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

This was

wanted you to follow through with

on, Abby,” he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

lip to

would be that big

you know?”

Like last week, when you took me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from

now. “Just like last week, when I took you out

request, might

Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of

me if you had been able

out at your restaurant and you had

on the other end, and

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

But we still had fun, didn’t

he would have rather

like reopening a

he pr ods. “Admit it: we

hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were fun. But

so much to drink, just like you always do when we’re together. It’s

unless you’re

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

like a cacophony in my ears. I think I can hear him

only makes my blood boil even more. It’s like

finally says. “Of course I can be sober around

teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam

together, but that’s his

I hesitate, the hurt from that evening flooding back. “You couldn’t even

intimate with me.”

in the details—the vibrant colors of the

the soft evening breeze. It all seemed so perfect

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

clears his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he says quietly. “Sh it

about us, Adam? What about our relationship?”

now, and I

just reschedule?”

stream down my face, and I struggle

put my heart and soul into tonight. This

just push