Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0203

My eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Okay. You’re on.”

…

Eventually, the last of the staff say their goodbyes, flicking off the lights and turning over chairs on

tables. I’m almost tempted to do the same, to call it a night and retreat into the comfort of my home, but

then Karl re-enters my office, holding two wine glasses and a bottle of my favorite Merlot in his hands.

“Ready?” he asks, setting the bottle down on my desk with a soft thud.

I glance at the bottle, then back at him. “Wine? Are you trying to get me drunk before my big

interview?”

Karl chuckles, pulling the cork out of the bottle with a satisfying pop. “Of course not. Just thought it’d

help you relax, get you into the right mindset. Besides, I’m thirsty.”

“I don’t know about you, but alcohol doesn’t exactly help me think clearer,” I say, but I’m already

reaching for one of the glasses he’s filling.”

He hands me the glass, our fingers brushing briefly. “And that’s why it’s just a glass. Or two.”

“Fine,” I say, sipping the wine. “So how does this work? You ask me questions, and I pretend like it’s

the real thing?”

“Exactly,” he confirms, taking his own sip. “Ready for your first question?”

I nod. "Fire away."

He picks up one of the index cards from my desk, skimming it before looking back at me. “Alright. Tell

me about a challenging situation you’ve faced in the kitchen and how you handled it.”

I’m halfway through my answer when he interrupts me. “Wait. You’re not taking this seriously enough.

Stand up. Pretend like you’re actually at the interview.”

I set down my glass, a little exasperated. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he insists.

With a sigh, I stand, suddenly feeling like I’m on a stage. Karl also stands, a serious look on his face.

He pauses for a moment, chewing his lips, before grabbing a lint roller off of a shelf and holding it out to

me like a microphone. “Better,” he says with a smirk.

“Seriously, Karl? A lint roller?”

He chuckles. “Trust me, when a microphone is being shoved in your face, you’ll be glad you had the

practice.”

I huff. “Fine,” I say, starting over, detailing a kitchen crisis involving a burnt turkey and a vegan

substitute. He listens intently, nodding every now and then.

“Good,” he says when I finish. “Next question. What inspired you to become a chef?”

Karl smiles, clearly pleased. “See? You’re a natural at this.”

“I have a question that’s not on the list,” he says, his voice taking on a sobering tone. Coոtent оf This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

My heart skips a beat. “Um, okay. Shoot.”

“So, when you win the competition and have to cater the Alpha party… what will you do with the date

you were supposed to have with Karl?”