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

with your drinks,” I say with forced

this

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

“Anything—“

over my face shut me up quick. The

she laughed smugly. “That’s for

angrily, coming beside me. “Are you not embarrassed

bought out the restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do

froze – He is

and all ability to speak. “I— uh—“

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 rip into their peers’ self esteem

myself

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

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

street in some crazy expensive sports car.

“Wait!”

wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the one

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

this night get

Evie Sinclair, are you?”

picked up the pace.

hold on a minute,” he shouts quickly. “I know

him again.

you a ride,” he

slips right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear a car door open quickly and

get so much

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