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?”

super important guest coming. Bring two glasses,” she

be right back with your drinks,” I

this

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

“Anything—“

fragrant red wine over my face shut me up

attention,” she laughed smugly. “That’s for

a male voice said angrily, coming beside me. “Are you not embarrassed by treating another human being like

restaurant just for celebrating your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We can do what we want. Isn’t that

froze – He is Timothy

once again lost any and all ability to speak.

fine,” Stella smirked. “I’d go get yourself cleaned, sweetie,

the bathroom and locking myself in a stall. Forcing myself to take deep breaths, it brought me back to the torment of high school. It was brutal how some kids were just

managed to calm myself down and I stepped back onto

my shift went fairly smoothly. At least I made good tips tonight. Maybe it was the pity of

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

zooming down the street in

“Wait!”

behind the wheel of that crazy sports car,

eyes of his and his chestnut hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured in all the best ways. His cheeks were toned and

night get

not Evie Sinclair, are you?”

up the

“I know you. I swear I’ve seen you

ignored him again.

at least give you

the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling forward, I hear a car door open quickly and hurried footsteps approaching.

night could get

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