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.

right back with your drinks,”

like this

The woman watched me with cold eyes as I

“Anything—“

face shut me up quick. The entire restaurant went

smugly. “That’s for being incompetent and ruining our night.”

“Are

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

man froze – He is Timothy !!

lost any and all ability to speak. “I—

“I’d go get yourself cleaned, sweetie, before that stains.”

nodded, running off to 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

managed to calm myself down and I stepped back

smoothly. At least I made good tips tonight. Maybe it was the pity of the entire restaurant

apron into the dirty bin and grab my bag, throwing it tiredly over my shoulder. Without

zooming down the street in some crazy expensive sports

“Wait!”

behind the wheel of that crazy sports car, sat the one and

His face, though still youthful, had matured

get any worse?

Evie Sinclair, are

picked up

a minute,” he shouts quickly. “I know you.

ignored him again.

at least give you a

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

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