My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 9: An Unwelcome Customer

Enzo didn’t seem to recognize me right away with my uniform and my hair pulled back. He came in and sat down at the counter while I was pouring coffee for another customer, which I nearly spilled all over the table out of shock.

My hands trembled as I approached the counter. Was he following me, or was this just a coincidence? Now, more than ever, I regretted ever sleeping with him. Why must he insist on playing with my feelings like this? Couldn’t he just move on to the next girl?

I walked behind the counter and immediately turned my back to him, pretending to fiddle with the coffee

machine.
“Hi, Nina.”

So he did recognize me.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

Enzo looked around and gestured a bit with his hands. “What do you mean? It’s a diner. I’m hungry.”

I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. “You and I both know that you could have gone to any other restaurant in town, and you chose this one. Are you following me or something?”

Enzo shook his head. “Can I just get a menu, please?”

With a huff, I grabbed one of the laminated menus from behind the counter and tossed it down in front of him.

boss came out of the back. He was a kind old man named Phil. He walked with a cane, but his mind was sharp and his

you’re not being rude to a customer,

started, but Phil cut me off

he said. “Enzo Rivers!

genuinely smiled for the first time since I met him. He looked handsome when he smiled, and suddenly I had a flash of a memory from Friday night in his bed.

just surprised

and winked before hobbling off to go

He glanced up from the menu. His brown eyes were captivating, but I tried

more than I needed to, but Phil was watching and

grilled cheese,” I

grilled cheese sounds good right now,” Enzo said, handing back to me.

then

still shook a bit as I carried the plate of hot food back out to the counter. I set it

said, his mouth full after. taking a bite

register. While Enzo ate, I busied myself with pouring coffee for other customers and clearing tables. I always felt Enzo’s eyes on me as I worked, but whenever I turned around, he only seemed to be looking at his phone and his food. It was unsettling to feel like I was being watched, only to find out that

finished, he waved

I thought to

me a wad of cash, which I took to the register to get his change. Much to my dismay, he followed me to the register; not that that

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