I Was The One Who Raised Her
There was silence all around.
It was not long ago when this table was very rowdy. Jean's classmates had been arguing over whom Holly sent her "flying kiss". Now, all of them seemed to have lost their ability to speak as they gazed at the young girl who was seated beside Jean with infatuation.
The boy wearing glasses was giving Jean eye signals in order to break the current awkward silence. Even the tables around them, including Holly's table, were secretly paying attention to their group.
Jean understood his classmate's motive and reluctantly introduced the boys at their table to Sheila.
"Nice to meet all of you," Sheila greeted with a smile. "Just call me Sheila."
"N-Nice to meet you, Sheila."
"S-Same here."
"C-Can I shake your hands?"
"No," Jean said in a firm manner.
"Why are you the one answering my question? I'm not asking to hold your hand," the boy wearing glasses argued. "A handshake is a very normal greeting."