Her body shook, Jordan just stood there, stunned his coach was crying. It wasn't how she thought their first encounter would. Hell, he didn't even think they were ever going to meet again. Jordan planned to leave town and go to wherever his legs took him.
But look now, he is standing, trying his best not to fall from the coach's weight on him.
He lifted his hand slowly and placed it on Shery's pat, at least that was how he had seen people comforting others who were crying. With his lack of friends, he had not comforted anyone, and Gal, his sister was out of the question.
"She is made of stone." Jordan thought. He continued rubbing her back, "sssh." He shook his head and stopped. Coach Sheryl was not a kid. That won't work on her.
"I am sorry?" Jordan asked, his voice quivering.
Sheryl chuckled, she released herself from the hug and stated, "you don't how to do this?"
