Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 202

Abby

It’s halfway to closing time, and my desk is scattered with index cards. My computer is open to an email from Mr. Thompson outlining some of the potential questions I may be asked during the interview. I’ve written them down, along with my potential responses on the back of each card, so I can practice.

I want to be prepared. I have to be prepared. This interview is the beginning of everything; it’s the deciding factor behind whether I’ll garner positive or negative attention.

And although the article went well in the end, I need to play it safe. I’ve already got enough trouble when it comes to my restaurant’s reputation, and I want to make sure everything runs smoothly.

Taking a deep breath, I pick one of the index cards up. “What inspired you to become a chef?” it reads. I turn to face the mirror hanging on the wall, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“Growing up,” I start, talking to my reflection, “my mother’s kitchen was always the heart of our home… No, that’s not right.” I pause, flipping the card over to read my pre-written response. “My mother’s kitchen was my favorite room in the—”

Just then, the door bursts open. I jump, a startled gasp escaping my lips as the index card slips from my fingers and flutters to the floor.

“Abby, I was wondering if you—” Karl stops mid-sentence, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Am I interrupting something?”

A blush instantly colors my cheeks. “No, no, not at all,” I stammer, hurriedly snatching the fallen index card from the floor and hiding it behind my back, as if that would somehow make the situation less awkward.

Karl arches an eyebrow, his eyes dropping to my hands, now awkwardly positioned behind me. “Hiding something?”

“Me? Hide something? Never!” I force a chuckle, my face heating up even more.

For a moment, he just stands there, eyeing me curiously. Then, in one fluid motion, he steps forward, snatching the hidden index card from behind my back.