The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 2

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?”

a super important guest coming.

right back with your drinks,” I say

like this

of wine and bring two glasses back out to the table. The woman watched me with cold eyes as I popped open the bottle and poured

“Anything—“

my face shut me up quick. The

she laughed smugly. “That’s for being incompetent and ruining our

beside me. “Are you not embarrassed by

restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we want. Isn’t that right,” she

He is Timothy

all

go get yourself cleaned, sweetie, before that stains.”

nodded, running off to the bathroom and locking myself in a stall. Forcing myself to take deep breaths, it brought me back to the torment of high

minutes later, I finally managed to calm myself down and I stepped back onto the floor.

my shift went fairly smoothly. At least I made good tips tonight. Maybe it was the pity of the entire restaurant that filled my pockets. They all felt bad for the girl who

tiredly over my shoulder.

was zooming down the street in some crazy expensive

“Wait!”

There behind the wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the one and

still youthful, had matured in all the best ways. His cheeks were toned and his

get any worse?

Sinclair, are

up the pace.

“I know you. I

him

least give you a ride,” he

then, the heel of my shoe slips right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward,

night could get so

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