Fiasco

When Iris Long approached the national shooting team, almost all the athletes started acting like overexcited children who received the most wonderful presents on their birthday. They surrounded her and marvelled at her existence.

"Boss Iris!"

"Oh, my gosh! I'm seeing finally seeing Boss Iris in the flesh!"

"Boss Iris, can you sign an autograph for me?"

"Can we take a picture together?"

Iris chuckled and agreed to all their requests. There was nothing to worry about because the coaches were keeping a sharp eye on them, not to mention that there were many important people in attendance in today's gala. None of the athletes would dare to do anything bad to her and risk destroying their sports career. 

The teenage athlete was a little shy in front of Iris. He waited for his turn and allowed his seniors to interact with her first before whipping the slipper that he waved earlier.