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

smile. “I’ll be right back with your drinks,”

this make me

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

“Anything—“

face shut me up quick.

get your attention,” she laughed smugly.

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

your win,” Stella pouted innocently. “We

man froze – He

all ability to

go get

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 kids were

myself down and

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 her face.

my bag, throwing it tiredly over my shoulder. Without

street in some

“Wait!”

that crazy sports car, sat

was as attractive as ever with those hazel eyes of his and his chestnut hair. His face, though still youthful, had matured in all the best ways. His cheeks were toned and his jaw sharp

night get any

Evie Sinclair, are you?”

up the

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

ignored him

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

heel of my shoe slips right between the grate on the sidewalk, snapping it from

night could get so much worse.

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