Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 164

“You know,” I chuckle, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, “when I first went to culinary school, I thought I would be facing all of these obstacles. Older men not taking me seriously, financial issues, critics.”

“And you have faced all of that and then some,” John teases.

I nod. “Yes. But now, it’s…”

“Truffles.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. “Yep. Truffles.”

…

The sizzle of the grill, the clinking of glasses from the bar, and the incessant ring of the phone in the background merge into one big cacophony, making my head spin.

I’m metaphorically knee-deep in murky water, mentally ticking off a never-ending list of things that need to get done, and Karl is nowhere to be found.

“Abby, the Rosé keg just tapped out,” shouts Ethan from the front, his soft voice barely audible over the din.

“Dammit,” I mutter, throwing down my order pad and darting behind the bar to switch the kegs. Chloe would’ve handled this if she hadn’t walked out on me. So much for that.

As I’m securing the new keg, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text from the front-of-house staff: “Table 5 is demanding to see the manager. Again.”

“Great. Just great,” I grumble as I wash my hands and hustle over to Table 5. I paste on my most customer-service-friendly smile. “Is everything all right here?”

“Not really,” says a middle-aged woman, glaring at her pasta as if it had personally insulted her. “This is the worst linguine I’ve ever had. It’s dry and there’s too much cilantro.”

I take a deep breath. “I’m so sorry you're not enjoying your meal. Can I offer you something else?”

The woman huffs. “I want this taken off the bill.”