The only guy who meets my eyes is Hunter Holloway himself—leaning on the second-floor balcony like some kind of smug king surveying his kingdom.
I scowl. Rage starts simmering beneath my skin.
This man tripped Keith, ruined my shift, and then had the nerve to get into it with my fatherat church. Yeah, sure, he tipped me well that night—but with his contract? That was pocket change.
Now he’s just… staring at me. Like I’m part of the entertainment.
Personally, I’d love to slap that smirk right off his face.
Even if I did have a small, deeply regrettable crush on him once upon a time. His expression right now is all arrogance and charm, and it pisses me off.
I glance back down at my phone, hoping Thor might’ve sent another message. Nothing.
All I know about him is that he’s tall—liketall tall—with forearms that belong in a magazine ad and a voice that could melt steel. That chin beneath the mask? Obscenely hot. And familiar, somehow.
Then our server Daphne returns, smiling and holding a folded piece of white paper.
“Hey, you’re Faith, right?” she asks.
I blink. “How do you know that?”
She points up. “Mr. Holloway asked me to give this to you.”
I take the paper, unfold it, and blink again. “Is this… a job application?”
She nods. “He said you’re exactly the kind of person we love to hire. Said with your experience, you’d be a huge asset to the team.”
I clench my fist at my side and look back up at Hunter.
Seriously?
He’s trying topoachme? From my own family’s restaurant?
And he doesn’t even have the decency to come down and say it himself.
I hold the paper up, ready to tear it right in half and show him exactly how loyal I am.
I’m a Capulet.
He’s a Montague.
It’s that simple.
But before I rip, Daphne cuts in. “Before you do that… he also said I should mention how much a good server makes here.”
I pause. “…How much is that?”
“If you get one of the prime sections on a Thursday? Five hundred to a thousand a night.”
My jaw hits the floor. “You’re serious?”
She nods, grinning. “Last weekend, the Dallas Cowboys came through. You know Peyton O’Rourke?”
My jaw hits the flooragain.
“Peyton O’Rourke.ThePeyton O’Rourke. Super Bowl champ?”
“That’s the one. I waited on him. He tipped a thousand in cash. You never know who’s going to show up here.”
