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 two glasses,” she

right back with your drinks,”

like this make me

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

“Anything—“

fragrant red wine over my face shut me up

smugly. “That’s for being incompetent

said angrily, coming beside me. “Are you not

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?”

froze – He

lost any and all

“I’d go get

it brought me back to the torment of high school. It was brutal how some kids were just able to

I finally managed to calm myself down and I stepped back

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

bin and grab my bag, throwing it tiredly over my shoulder. Without a

jerkoff was zooming down the street in some crazy expensive sports car.

“Wait!”

the wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the one and only Timothy Hayes.

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

night get any worse?

Sinclair, are

picked up the

hold on a minute,” he shouts quickly. “I know you. I swear I’ve seen you before.”

him again.

give you a ride,” he offered hopefully.

the 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 quickly and hurried

night could get so

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