My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

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

of him.

Just then, my boss came out of the back. He was a kind old man named Phil. He walked with a cane,

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“I hope you’re not being rude to a customer, Nina,” he said.

“No, I-” I started, but Phil cut me off when he saw Enzo.

“Oh!” he said. “Enzo Rivers! Welcome.”

Enzo smiled not smirked, 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 blushed and

looked at the floor. “Is Nina being harsh?” Phil asked.

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

“Hm.” Phil looked up at me then and winked before hobbling off to go count the register while Enzo

scoured the menu.

“What do you recommend?” Enzo asked. He glanced up from the menu. His brown eyes were

captivating, but I tried not to let them get to me.

I shrugged, somewhat annoyed at his question. He was clearly 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 of my boss.

“I like the grilled cheese,” I muttered.

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

soda.”

I 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 order. I hid back there while the cook

made his food.

My hands still shook a bit as I carried the plate of hot food back out to the counter. I set it down in front

of Enzo, then filled up a glass with ice and root beer for him.

“Mm,” Enzo said, his mouth full after. taking a bite of grilled cheese. “This is good… Thanks for the

recommendation.”

“You’re… welcome.” I replied when I looked over to see Phil 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 it up to Enzo making me nervous, but it felt like there was something else at play here.

When Enzo was finished, he waved me over.

Thank god, I thought to myself. He’s leaving.

Enzo handed 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 was out of the ordinary for customers,

but I guess that I hoped he would keep his distance.

As I counted it, something fell out.

It was a VIP ticket to a hockey game.

“What’s thi-”

“Hey, Nina!” Jessica’s voice suddenly rang through the restaurant. I had completely forgotten that we

had planned to meet up at the end of my shift, which

was almost over. I nervously clutched the ticket in my hand as she approached the counter and sat

down. When she sat down and looked over, she nearly jumped out of her skin as she finally noticed

that none other than Enzo was standing across from me at the register. “Oh, Enzo!” she exclaimed,

jumping up and primping her hair. “What are you doing here?” “Just visiting,” Enzo replied. I crumpled

the ticket tighter into my hand, my face going red with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. Jessica

looked at me, then at my hand, then back at Enzo.

“Actually,” Enzo said, reaching into his pocket, “I have another VIP ticket. Here. Now you can both

come to the game and get the best seats.” He held out the ticket for Jessica, whose eyes lit up. She

snatched the piece of paper gratefully with a grin on her face. I had had enough. I threw the ticket down

on the counter and folded my arms. “No thank you,” I said. “I won’t be showing up to your game.” Both

Jessica and Enzo looked disappointed.

“Alright,” Enzo said with a sigh. I handed him his change and he shook his head. “Keep the change.

And keep the ticket just in case you change your mind.” Before I could protest, Enzo turned around and

walked out of the restaurant. I could see him get on his motorcycle through the window and drive away.

Jessica ran up to me with an angry look on her face, clutching the ticket like her life depended on it.

“Are you crazy?” she half-whispered.

“The Enzo Rivers gave us VIP tickets to his game and you decline?” I shrugged and closed the

register, sticking the tip Enzo gave me in my apron and leaving the ticket on the counter before walking

away to clear off the counter. Jessica grabbed my ticket and followed me. “Nina, you have to tell me

what’s going on,” she said. “I feel like you’re hiding something.”My body stiffened at Jessica’s words.

There was no way I could tell her the truth; for starters, she would never forgive me for sleeping with

her biggest crush. Second, I didn’t exactly want to broadcast the fact that Enzo and I had a one night

stand. I wasn’t that type of girl. “Nothing’s going on,” I lied, grabbing the dirty plate and cup off the

counter. “Oh, so Enzo Rivers is just inviting you to his team training match for no reason?” Jessica

pried. “You seriously don’t think he likes you?” I shook my head vehemently. “No way,” I replied.

“How could he like me? I’m totally not his type. He’s just being nice after what Justin did, so the

reputation of the team doesn’t get sullied.” “You really have nothing to do with him?” Jessica asked.

“Absolutely nothing,”

I said. “I promise.” Jessica surprisingly seemed satisfied with this response. She let out a sigh of relief

and sat back down at the counter while I took the dirty dishes into the kitchen. While I was cleaning up

the dishes, Phil entered the kitchen. I could hear his cane tapping on the floor before I heard anything

else.

The tapping came closer, and soon he was standing beside me. “Nina, you know I love having you

here,” he said. “But your behavior tonight with Mr. Rivers was unacceptable. His patronage here could

be useful for business, so I don’t want you driving him away. Understand?” I nodded, biting my lip. Did

that mean that I’d have to see Enzo at the diner more often? When I was finished up and my shift

ended, I grabbed my jacket and my bookbag from the back and went back out front to meet Jessica.

She was beaming, but not only because of the tickets.

“The internship assignments were posted!” she said, holding out her phone. I perked up and jogged

over to her, taking her phone from her hand. “Jessica Valdez, children’s hospital,” I read. Jessica

squealed. My heart caught in my throat when I scrolled to my name and saw my assignment.