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

I actually wanted you to follow through

make a mountain out of a

whimper, biting my lip to keep it

I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other

you know?”

me

last week, when I took you out for

your request, might I

I say, pinching the bridge of

had been able to

your restaurant and you had

on the other end, and it’s a

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

we still had fun,

all along that he would have rather gone to work that night, but

is like

pr ods. “Admit it: we had

wasn’t about just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks

always do when we’re together. It’s like… It’s like you can’t even

me unless

The sounds of the bustling kitchen coming through his

cacophony in my ears. I think I can

else, and it only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like

true,” he finally says. “Of course I

get into that aspect anymore.

his own

you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that evening

intimate with me.”

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

the gentle sway of the lace curtains from the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it

What about our relationship?” I

trying, Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and

just reschedule?”

stream down my face, and

even suggest that? I put my

just