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 you showing up

would. Just this once, I actually wanted you to follow through with our

he interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out

my lip to keep

think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other

you know?”

me out?” I

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

request, might I

honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose in

been able to work

going out at your restaurant and you had nothing

his teeth on the other

to work that night, I would

is to me. But we still had

sick. I knew all along that he would

like reopening a

ods. “Admit it: we had fun.

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

you always do when we’re

unless

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

in my ears. I think I can hear

blood boil even

not true,” he finally says. “Of course I can be sober

to get into that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed how much Adam likes

that’s his own problem to solve,

that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt

intimate with me.”

the details—the vibrant colors of the fresh roses, the

the soft

few hours ago.

is silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about it,”

us, Adam? What about our relationship?” I ask, my voice catching in

trying, Abby. But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places at once. Can’t

just reschedule?”

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

you even suggest that? I put my heart and soul into tonight. This

can just push