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as she tried to manoeuvre through the crowd of people that Angela didn’t even see him standing at the gate until he spoke to her.
    “Hey, Goddess.”
    Angela squealed and spun around in shock, staring at her stranger’s face in stunned surprise. He grinned, eyes twinkling in the dark as he leaned against the fence, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket.
    “Good party?”
    “Yeah,” Angela struggled to find words as she mentally fought to overcome the toxic mix of alcohol and the shock at seeing her nameless friend. “Uh, end of semester. Got a month’s holiday…” She trailed off stupidly, still unable to believe he was physically there.
    “I’m sure you did well in your exams,” he phrased it as a statement, not a question, the quiet assertion in his voice causing Angela to blush. Dropping her head with a smile and a shrug, it was right at that moment that Sharon burst out the door.
    “Hey Ange, we need more ic-” she stopped short as she saw the stranger standing with Angela, jaw falling open slightly as a blush crept up to her face. She blinked a few times as she tried to place a name to the unknown man, before the realization of who he must be hit home. Grinning drunkenly, Sharon winked at her friend and disappeared back inside. Angela watched her go, happy to be alone once more with her stranger, but confused by the score of emotions that were vying for attention in her mind.
    Whether it was the combined effect of his absence and the incredibly thoughtful gifts that had been delivered in lieu, or the mix of alcohol and post-exam cheer, Angela couldn’t deny that her attraction to the stranger was growing. And if Sharon’s reaction was anything to go by, she wasn’t the only one who found him more than a little easy on the eyes.
    Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to clear her head, Angela turned back to face the stranger. She tried to meet his eyes, but only managed to get as far as his chest before she dropped her head again shyly. At a loss, Angela focused on his shoes as he moved away from the fence and came to stand by her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.
    “So I take it you’ve been receiving my gifts?” He asked. Angela nodded dumbly, vaguely aware that the stranger was waiting for her to say something.
    “Thank you,” she managed. “They’ve all been so…” She trailed off, lost for words at first, before the right one came to mind; “…Perfect.”
    Her stranger laughed warmly, bringing a new flush to Angela’s face that she hid behind the strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes.
    “I’m glad you liked them. I know some of them weren’t as nice as others but they all seemed to fit the –”
    “Where have you been?” Angela interrupted, looking up at him for the first time and catching herself once more in the depth his gaze. He held her eyes for a moment before turning away with a rueful expression on his face.
    “I’ve been busy with…work.” He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, causing Angela to frown at him in confusion.
    “What do you do?”
    “I…I’m a kind of…guidance counsellor,” the stranger shifted his feet and avoided Angela’s gaze. “I help people through difficult stages in their life.”
    Angela’s frown deepened as she processed the information, a part of her growing suddenly defensive.
    “So that night on the bridge…I was a pity case?”
    “No!” The stranger looked at Angela in surprise. “Not at all.”
    “Well, then what?” Angela’s voice grew louder and she began to pace, becoming somewhat high-pitched as her anxiety flared, wondering if she’d fallen for an elaborate wooing performance. “Do you like your job that much, that you’ll spend your spare time helping people out, too? Or do you just like helping upset girls by calling them nice names and giving them things? It’s been, what, a year since I last saw you? And I don’t even know your name ?”
    Angela was aware