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

wanted you to follow

interrupts. “Don’t make a mountain out of

lip

sighs. “I’m sorry, Abbs. I didn’t think it would be that big

you know?”

last week, when you took me out?”

“Just like last week, when I took you out for

your request, might I

honest with me, Adam,” I say, pinching the

had been able to work that night.

at your restaurant and you

on the other

that night, I would

But we still had fun,

along that he would have rather gone

is like reopening a

ods. “Admit it: we

just having fun, Adam,” I hiss. “Yeah, the dancing and the drinks were

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

unless

the bustling kitchen coming

my ears. I think I can hear him put his

my blood

true,” he finally says. “Of course I can

into that aspect

that’s his own problem to solve, not

all that, you…” I hesitate, the hurt from that

intimate with me.”

taking in the details—the vibrant

lace curtains from the soft

few hours ago.

silent again, this

“Adam?” I call out.

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

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

But my restaurant needs me right now, and I can’t be in two places

just reschedule?”

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

that? I put my heart and soul

can just push to