Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0329

Abby

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 answerl 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.” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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.

She hugs them tightly, her relief palpable. “Thank you,” she says to me. “I'm sorry for the trouble.”

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

I nod, ruffling his blond hair. “Absolutely. You can become great chefs someday if you work hard and learn.”

The children exchange another excited glance before turning back to me with wide smiles. “Thanks, Chef Abby!" they say in unison.

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