Evie

The night went on and I continued setting tables for a private event set for this evening. It was a nice little break from the constant stream of guests that would come through.

It was hard to tune out the highlight reels of the Thunderbolts Captain being the leading scorer in the league and becoming the rookie of the year.

How some people manage to become that successful amazes me. He must be the city’s favorite little hockey star.

I hummed quietly to myself as I moved around the dining room.

“Waitress,” a woman’s shrill voice squawked. “Waitress!”

My head snaps up at the signal. “I’m so sorry, mam,” I apologize carefully. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, for starters, why don’t you actually serve me,” she scolds. “I have been sitting here for ten minutes trying to get your attention!”

I looked around. My eyes were starting to turn towards where I stood.

“Absolutely, mam,” I stammer. “What can I get you?”

“I need a drink, but everyone in here seems to be too distracted by the craziness outside,” she says with a huff.

I looked down at her glass. “What kind of wine would you like?”

“Your most expensive bottle. Make it snappy,” she orders sharply.

“Anything else?”

guest coming. Bring two

smile. “I’ll be right back with your drinks,”

people like this

wine and bring two glasses back out to the table. The woman watched me with cold

“Anything—“

wine over my face shut me up

laughed smugly. “That’s

that’s enough,” a male voice said angrily, coming beside me. “Are you not embarrassed by treating another

it’s our night. I bought out the restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we want. Isn’t that right,”

He is

once again lost any and all ability to speak.

smirked. “I’d go get yourself cleaned, sweetie,

take deep breaths, it brought me back to the torment of high school. It was brutal how some kids were just able to rip

finally managed to calm myself down

in, and the rest of my shift went fairly smoothly. At least I made good tips tonight. Maybe it was

my shoulder. Without a single word, I head

jerkoff was zooming down the street in some

“Wait!”

of that crazy sports car, sat the one and only Timothy Hayes.

still youthful, had matured in all

this night get any

Evie Sinclair,

picked up the

a minute,” he shouts quickly. “I know you.

him again.

I at least give you a ride,” he offered hopefully.

the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear a car door open quickly and hurried footsteps approaching.

get so much worse.

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