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.

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

cut me off when he

said. “Enzo

but 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. I

shook his head. “No. She’s just surprised to see me, that’s

looked up at me then and winked before hobbling off to go count

glanced up from the menu. His brown eyes were

to get me to talk to him more than I needed to, but Phil was watching and I couldn’t be rude

the grilled

cheese sounds good right now,” Enzo said, handing back to me. “And some fries. Oh, and a

pursed my lips together into a sarcastic smile and snatched the menu away, ignoring Phil’s dissatisfied glare, then retreated to the kitchen to put in Enzo’s

the plate of hot food back out to the counter. I set it down in front of Enzo,

his mouth full after. taking a bite of grilled cheese. “This is good…

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

finished, he waved me

thought to

change. Much to my dismay, he followed me to the register; not that that was out of

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