“Hey guys, I’m Ashely, and I’ll be your server.” I turn my head to see a pretty brunette smiling at me and ignoring Daisy, which doesn’t sit well.
Daisy just looks amused.
“Can I start you two off with some drinks?”
“Daisy?” I ask, basically forcing the server to acknowledge her.
“You can’t have sugar can you?”
My lips curls at the absolute horror of it all. “No.”
“Then water is fine.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but Nana taught me better manners than to sit here and drink something you can’t have knowing you want it.”
Wow. Here sits an elusive creature or I’ve been around the wrong kind of girl.
“Two waters are fine,” Daisy repeats when the server doesn’t move.
“Have you two had time to look over the menu?” she asks instead of moving away to get our drinks.
“I know what I’m getting, but did you have time to look over it?”
“Yeah, I know what I want. The creamy chicken and veggies.”
I have a feeling if she weren’t with me, she’d be getting something way less healthy, but I appreciate the sentiment.
“I’ll take the lemon herb chicken with roasted vegetables.”
“I’ll bring your drinks to you in just a minute.” Ashely gives me another come hither smile as my mom calls it. I stare back at her, expressionless, until she moves away.
“Does that happen a lot?” Daisy asks. “That star struck look?”
“More than I like. I love my fans, but I can never tell with girls if they like me for me or if they’re just hoping to land an athlete. It’s part of the reason I don’t date often.”
“That sucks.”
She has no idea.
“So what’s going on with hockey that has you looking like someone just ran over your puppy?”
I really don’t want to talk about it.
“Look, I get it. I don’t want to talk about stuff either, but in this case, I think talking about it with someone who has zero knowledge or interest on the subject might help.”
“You don’t like hockey?”
She shrugs. “I grew up in West Virginia where football is just as much king as it is in Texas.”
“Fucking football.” I guarantee I can take the hits on a football field and if the football players tried hockey, they’d leave the ice crying. Hockey is a hundred times more brutal than football. Even with all the changes in the sport to try and protect players from career ending and life changing injuries, it’s still the most brutal sport out there. At least in my opinion.
“No love of football?”
“I like football as much as the next guy, but it’s not my thing.”
“But hockey is your thing?”
