Rory's POV
Scott 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 walked toward the counter. What was he doing here? But then again, I was working at a restaurant near the school, so maybe it wasn't that strange for him to drop by for a meal after his class.
The moment I saw him, my mind flashed back to that night. Now, more than ever, I regretted having slept with him.
I tried to keep my thoughts in check as I got behind the counter, immediately turning my back to him and pretending to be busy with the fries.
"Excuse me, waitress. I need to place an order."
I pretended not to hear his
