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?”

guest coming. Bring

be right back with your drinks,”

this make me furious.

out to the table. The woman watched me with cold eyes as I popped open the bottle and poured her a glass.

“Anything—“

face shut me up

smugly. “That’s for being

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

out the restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we want. Isn’t that right,” she looked at my name badge, “Evie?”

– He is Timothy !!

again lost any and all ability to speak. “I— uh—“

go get

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

few minutes later, I finally managed to calm myself down and I stepped

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 all felt bad for the girl who got wine thrown in

my bag, throwing it tiredly over my shoulder. Without a

street in some crazy expensive sports car.

“Wait!”

behind the wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the

was as attractive as ever with those hazel eyes of his and his chestnut hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured in all the best ways. His cheeks were toned and his jaw

this night get any

Evie Sinclair,

picked up

quickly. “I know you. I

ignored him

at least give you a ride,”

grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear

night could get so

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