What on earth was Angus doing in a café? Wasn't a pub a much more suitable place for a young man on his own? Well, yes, but there were more young ladies in a café and he needed the comforting sight of pretty young ladies right now, to cheer him up. Rugged fishermen just didn't have the same effect.

After having gambled a lot of money two days ago, he had written to his father to ask for more, but the bastard had written back, telling him to go back to university or get a job.

Bastard.

Angus looked up from his tea when a particularly pretty and well-dressed young lady entered, and he almost smiled with glee when she sat down at the table next to his. As she seemed largely absorbed in her own troubles, he let his eyes rest on her to enjoy every delicate detail of her gracious form. Pretty and wealthy too, he deduced. Probably too high up in society for him, but Angus loved taking a challenge and beating the odds - even though that hobby had just cost him a large sum of money.

He raised his eyebrows lightly when she ordered a sherry and talked to herself. Definitely in distress, this one. She needed a hero. Well, here he was!

"Are you alright, Miss?" he asked softly, but loud enough to reach her.