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?”

important guest coming. Bring two glasses,” she

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

like this make me

two glasses back out to the table. The woman watched me with

“Anything—“

my face shut me up quick. The entire restaurant

she laughed smugly. “That’s

a male voice said angrily, coming beside me. “Are you not embarrassed

night. I bought out the restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we want.

froze – He is Timothy

all

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

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

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

manager switched me sections 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 all felt bad for the girl who got wine thrown in her face.

bag, throwing it tiredly over my shoulder.

zooming down the street in

“Wait!”

crazy sports car, sat

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

night get any worse?

not Evie Sinclair, are

picked up the

on a minute,” he shouts quickly. “I

ignored him

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

it from

could get so much worse.

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