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?”

a super important guest coming. Bring

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

people like this make

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

“Anything—“

wine over my face shut me up

that finally get your attention,” she laughed smugly. “That’s for being incompetent and

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

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?”

man froze – He is

any and all ability

“I’d go get yourself cleaned,

brought me back to the

finally managed to calm myself

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

the 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 expensive

“Wait!”

around. There behind the wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the one and only

hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured in all

get

Evie Sinclair, are

up

quickly. “I know you. I swear I’ve seen you before.”

ignored him again.

you a ride,”

heel of my shoe slips right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear a car door open

get so much

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