Cormac turned toward the voice, "Angelina Johnson?!" He grinned, he hadn't seen her in years, and while she and her group of friends hadn't been his biggest fans in school, they'd always been nice enough and he'd always been glad to spend time with them - as much as he was glad to spend time with anyone in school, that is, generally having his head too far up his arse to notice others.
He stood, indicating the stool next to him, "Have a seat, you're back? I thought you were playing in an international league?" Johnson had always been brilliant on the pitch, he could give her that much credit.