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,”

be right back with your

like this make

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

“Anything—“

wine over my face shut me up quick. The entire

smugly. “That’s for

“Are

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

man froze – He is Timothy !!

again lost any and all ability to

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

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

managed to calm myself down and I stepped back onto the floor.

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

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

down the street in some crazy expensive sports

“Wait!”

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

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

this night get any

Evie Sinclair, are you?”

up the

quickly. “I know you. I swear

him

I at least give you a ride,” he offered hopefully.

between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from beneath me. Stumbling

could get so much worse.

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