Stanley blankly shook Ulia's hand as he stared at her to get a good look.
Ulia was blonde, or at least it looked like it, but the roots of her hair had black in them. Her face was hard to see for some reason despite it being right in front of him.
She was tall and had curves around her body that seemed unnatural compared to the girls back in his town. She wore the same tight-fitting black clothes as Sheila did, only hers was even tighter, emphasizing her curves.
Her bright green eyes seemed to capture him entirely, making him focus nowhere else.
He only woke up from his stupor when she let go of his hands. He looked at his hand and back at her before normal thoughts came to him again.
"Are you Sheila's friend?" he asked.
"Hmm, yes… and no," the girl said. "I'm more of a senior to her. I have taught her a few things, so you can also call me her teacher without being wrong."
"Oh," Stanley said. "Greetings, I am Stanley."
