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 about you

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

interrupts. “Don’t make a

promised,” I whimper, biting my lip to keep it from quivering. “You

sighs. “I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. We see each other

you know?”

me out?” I counter, sarcasm dripping from my

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

your request,

with me, Adam,” I say, pinching

with me if you had been able to work that night. It was

your restaurant and you had nothing

hear him gritting his teeth on the other end, and it’s a

that night, I would have, Abby.

me. But we still had fun,

knew all along that he would have rather gone to

is like reopening

Abbs,” he pr ods. “Admit it: we

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

to drink, just like you always do when we’re together.

me unless you’re

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

I think I can hear him put his

my blood boil even more.

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

teeth, not wanting to get into that aspect

we’re together, but that’s his own problem

hurt from that evening flooding

intimate with me.”

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

lace curtains from the

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time for

“Adam?” I call out.

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

about our relationship?” I

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

suggest that? I put my heart and

you can just