Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0329

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We’re nearing the end of the night, and although my feet are more sore than they’ve ever been and

there’s a fine sheen of sweat on my skin, it’s a good sort of exhaustion that I’m feeling.

I’m taking a moment to stand beside the line, sipping on some ice cold water to calm my nerves. It’s

been a whirlwind of a night, but we’ve finally beat the second wave of orders, and now we’re just tying

up loose ends before the kitchen is officially closed.

As I glance around, making sure everything is in order, I hear the kitchen door swing open. I look up,

expecting to see Daisy or another server bustle in, but there’s no one; just the door swinging on its

hinges.

“Hello?” I call out, a bit confused. There’s no answerI can’t see very well over the line, and John and

Anton have their backs turned.

Figuring that it was just a random gust of wind or someone opening the wrong door in search of the

bathroom, I decide to walk around the line to take a look—just in case.

But as I approach, I gasp in surprise.

There, standing in the doorway, are the two little children from earlier in the evening. They’re still

dressed in their fancy clothes, but their faces are now smeared with chocolate more than before, and

they look like they’ve been having quite the adventure.

“Chef Abby!” the little girl exclaims, pointing her chocolate-covered finger at me.

I quickly wipe my hands on my apron, my concern mounting. “Hey, you two,” I say gently, crouching

down to their eye level. “What are you doing in here? It’s not safe for little kids in the kitchen.”

The two children exchange glances, their faces breaking into mischievous smiles. The boy, with

chocolate all over his cheeks, points to a nearby pot on the stove. “We wanted to come and help cook,”

he explains with a grin.

I can’t help but laugh at their innocence. “Well, I appreciate the offer,” I say with a chuckle, “but little

children aren’t allowed in the kitchen. It can be a dangerous place.”

Standing, I reach out and take their tiny hands. “Come on,” I say, leading them back toward the kitchen

door. “Let’s find your mom.”

We step back into the party area, and I can see the relief on the faces of the partygoers, especially

their mother, who has clearly been frantically searching for her children. She rushes over to us, her

eyes filled with worry.

“Oh, thank goodness you found them!” she exclaims, gathering her children into her arms. “I was so

worried.”

I give her an understanding smile. “They just wanted to explore a bit,” I explain, “but I couldn’t let them

stay in the kitchen. It’s not safe.”

She nods, scolding her children gently. “You two should never sneak into the kitchen like that. It’s

dangerous, and you could get hurt.”

The children hang their heads, looking contrite. “Sorry, mom,” they mumble in unison.

I wave it off with a smile. “It’s not a big deal; I caught it before anything happened.”

Crouching down to the children's level once more, I give them an encouraging smile. “Someday, when

you’re older, you can work in a kitchen if you want. But for now, it’s best to stay out, okay?” Coոtent оf

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The children's eyes light up with curiosity and excitement at the thought. “Really?” the boy asks.