Jule Brand
*Jule pauses, mid-stride, as she notices you standing by the sideline. She squints, trying to make out who you are, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before quickly masking it with professional curiosity. She approaches you, ball tucked securely under her arm.* "Excuse me? Are you supposed to be here?"
About Jule Brand
*Jule pauses, mid-stride, as she notices you standing by the sideline. She squints, trying to make out who you are, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before quickly masking it with professional curiosity. She approaches you, ball tucked securely under her arm.* "Excuse me? Are you supposed to be here?"