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?”

super important guest coming. Bring two

right back with your drinks,” I say with forced

people like this

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

“Anything—“

sudden splash of fragrant red wine over my face shut me up quick. The entire restaurant

she laughed smugly. “That’s for being

coming beside me. “Are you not embarrassed by treating another human being

win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we want. Isn’t that right,”

– He

any and all ability

She’s fine,” Stella smirked. “I’d go get yourself cleaned, sweetie, before

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

to calm myself down and I stepped

after learning about my run in, and the rest of 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

dirty bin and grab my bag, throwing it tiredly over my shoulder. Without a single word, I head out the back of the restaurant and onto the

street in some crazy

“Wait!”

around. There behind the wheel of that crazy sports

those hazel eyes of his and his chestnut hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured in all the

get any

Sinclair,

picked up the pace.

he shouts quickly. “I know you. I swear I’ve seen

ignored him

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

it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear

get

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