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

once, I actually wanted you

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

my lip to keep it

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

you know?”

when you took me out?” I counter,

now. “Just like last

your request, might I

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

gone with me if you had been able to

out at your restaurant and you had nothing better to

teeth on the other

“If I could have gone to work that night, I would have,

is to me. But we still had fun,

sick. I knew all along that he would have rather gone to

like reopening a

“Admit it: we had fun. It

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

just like you always do when we’re together. It’s

me unless you’re

for a moment. The sounds of the bustling

I can hear him put his hand over the receiver and

makes my blood boil

finally says. “Of

that aspect anymore. I’ve noticed

but that’s his own problem

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

intimate with me.”

the details—the

from the soft evening

few hours ago.

is silent again, this time

“Adam?” I call out.

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

relationship?”

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

just reschedule?”

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

that? I put

you can just push