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.

Phil. He walked with a cane, but his mind was sharp

being rude to a customer,

Phil cut me off when

he said.

suddenly I had a flash of a memory from Friday night in his bed. I blushed and looked at the floor. “Is Nina being harsh?” Phil

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

then and winked before hobbling off to go count the register while Enzo scoured

glanced up from the menu. His brown eyes were captivating, but I tried not to let

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

grilled cheese,”

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

lips together into a sarcastic smile and snatched the menu away, ignoring Phil’s dissatisfied glare, then retreated

I set it down in front of Enzo, then filled up a glass with ice and root beer for

Enzo said, his mouth full after. taking a bite of

glaring at me from the 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 I wasn’t being watched at all. I chalked

finished,

thought to myself. He’s

he followed me to

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