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?”

important guest coming. Bring two

right back with your drinks,”

this make me

the table. The woman watched me with cold eyes

“Anything—“

of fragrant red wine over my face

attention,” she laughed smugly. “That’s

beside me. “Are you not

win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what

froze – He is Timothy !!

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

“I’d go get yourself cleaned,

me back to the torment of high school. It

managed to calm myself

made good tips tonight. Maybe it was the pity of the entire restaurant that filled my pockets. They all felt bad

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

was zooming down the street in

“Wait!”

that crazy sports car, sat the

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

get

Sinclair, are you?”

picked up the pace.

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

him again.

you a ride,”

slips right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward,

get

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