Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 37: Late Again
Abby

The once golden glow of the candles seems dull now. The shadows in the room stretch longer, a stark

contrast to the beautifully set table, pristine and untouched. The wine, once poured with anticipation,

sits still, a silent witness to my growing anxiety. The aroma of the truffle oil, once intoxicating, now only

serves as a bitter reminder of the love I had poured into preparing for this evening.

The clock on the wall seems to mock me with its relentless ticking, each second stretching into an

eternity. My phone lays idle beside me, and the absence of a call or message from Adam weighs

heavily on my heart.

Trying to ward off the budding dread, I take a deep breath and dial his number. “Maybe he’s stuck in

traffic or something,” I think to myself. “Or, g od forbid, he got into an accident.”

After dialing his number, I hold my phone up to my ear with a shaky hand. The soft hum of the ringtone

echoes in the silence.

After what feels like a lifetime, he answers. The din of background noises hits me instantly—shouts,

laughter, the unmistakable hustle and bustle of his restaurant.

My stomach sinks. He’s working. I should have known better.

“Adam?” My voice quivers slightly.

“Abby? What’s up?”

His casual tone catches me off guard, and I try to steady myself. “What’s up? Seriously? You were

supposed to be here over an hour ago!”

“Oh…right. About that,” he starts, his voice hurried and distracted. “Look, Abby, I got swamped here.

Thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if I sat this one out. You know, have dinner by yourself? You can

save me some leftovers for tomorrow, right?”

Tears pr ick at my eyes, and I feel a twinge of anger. “This wasn’t just about the food, Adam! It was

about spending time together, reconnecting. This was about

this once, I actually wanted you to follow through

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of a

you promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from

think it would be that big of a deal.

you know?”

you took me out?” I counter,

sounding annoyed now. “Just like last week, when I took you out for drinks

your request,

Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose

had been able to work that night. It was only

restaurant and you had nothing

his teeth on the

work that night, I would have, Abby. You know how important

we still had fun,

sick. I knew all along that he would have

is like reopening a

“Admit it: we had fun. It was a

Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the

do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you

unless

pauses for a moment. The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through

my ears. I think I can hear

blood boil

finally says. “Of

to get into that aspect anymore.

his own problem

that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt

intimate with me.”

room, taking in the details—the vibrant colors of the

curtains from the soft

few hours ago.

again,

“Adam?” I call out.

about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it happens. I’m

What about our relationship?”

and I can’t be

just reschedule?”

attitude is the final straw. Tears stream down my face, and I struggle

I put my heart and soul into tonight.

just push