Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 41

Abby

Pushing the restaurant’s door open, I’m immediately enveloped by the scent of fresh bread and brewing coffee.

The day beckons, promising a hustle that I’m both dreading and anticipating. Each wooden table is adorned with a fresh bunch of flowers, the gentle hum of the morning preparations playing softly in the background.

“Morning, Abby!” Jake, my ever-efficient waiter, calls out, balancing a tray of fresh pastries on his palm.

His smile reaches his eyes, but there’s an underlying tension behind his gaze. Word travels fast, and I’m sure the staff knows about the disaster that was last night.

From behind the bar, Chloe shoots me a sheepish grin. I narrow my eyes at her, knowing that she likely blabbed to someone, but I can’t stay mad at her.

“Hey, Jake,” I reply, forcing brightness into my voice, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the emotional hangover.

Daisy joins Jake, her apron already smudged with the morning’s work. “Need a coffee?” she asks, a knowing glint in her eyes.

“Wouldn’t say no to that,” I respond with a weary chuckle.

She swiftly moves to the espresso machine, her hands practiced and sure, and within moments I’m cradling a warm cup of comfort. The aroma alone gives me the pick-me-up I desperately need.

“Thanks, Daisy. Oh, and get a new apron from the back before customers start coming, alright?”

“Sure thing, boss!”

The warmth of my office is a welcome reprieve from the bustling chaos of the restaurant. I step inside, immediately relishing the sense of solitude it offers.

My small haven is dimly lit, decorated with tasteful artwork and an impressive array of certificates that vouch for my culinary skills. Yet, right now, they feel like mere props to a play that’s become all too real.

Sliding the door shut, I exhale a long, deep sigh. My feet carry me to the plush leather chair behind my oak desk. As I sink into it, every muscle in my body seems to let go of the tension it’s been holding onto. My temples throb, a painful reminder of the tears and restless tossing of the previous night.

Yet, there's a silver lining to my gloomy clouds. My restaurant. My sanctuary.

Sunday mornings are special here. The windows filter in a golden hue, casting warm patches of light onto the wooden floors. The melodious chatter of customers combines with the clink of cutlery, creating an ambiance that’s both lively and comforting.

Sunday means brunch, an occasion that fills the restaurant with both families and lone diners seeking solace in our famous blueberry pancakes or a hearty omelet.

Opening a drawer, I retrieve a stack of paperwork—invoices, supplier orders, and the like. This is the mundane part of the job that no one ever romanticizes, but there’s a comfort in the routine of it. Each paper I sign, every number I check, it’s all a testament to the world I’ve built brick by brick, dish by dish.

A soft knock interrupts my thoughts. My gaze flickers up to find Karl’s familiar face peeking through the slightly ajar door. A touch of annoyance bubbles up; I was in no mood for interruptions. And after last night, I don’t want to look him in the eyes, no matter how beautiful and chocolatey they are.

But then I see the takeout coffee cup in his hand. “Can I come in?” he asks.

Sighing, I gesture towards the chair opposite me. “Do you need something, Karl?”

With a slight smile, he places the coffee on my desk. “Thought you might need this.”

I glance at my almost full coffee mug, then back at him, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. “Seems I’m all set, but thanks.”

Karl’s eyes hold a twinkle, a silent acknowledgment of our shared moment in my apartment last night.

“Just wanted to check on you after last night,” he says. “I’m… worried.”

A tinge of embarrassment floods my cheeks. I don’t want to talk about it. Hell, I don’t even want to think about it.

Still, there’s something unexpectedly sweet in Karl’s gesture. His concern feels genuine, a stark contrast to the pitying glances others have been throwing my way sinceI got here.

“I’m good, Karl,” I lie, managing a faint smile. “Just another bump in the road. We all have those, right?”

He nods, the seriousness in his gaze softening. “True. But if you ever need to talk or... well, even just rant, I’m here.”

That elicits a soft chuckle from me. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Karl hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his words. “Look, about Adam…”

I raise a hand, cutting him off. “Let’s not, okay? I appreciate the concern, but I’d rather focus on today. We’ve got a brunch crowd to wow.”