Jules is wearing a black crop top that rides up a bit because of her large belly. She is also wearing camo pattern pants and white bunny slippers with her blue lipstick and nails she looks beautiful. The coffee shop door jingles as Jules pushes it open with her shoulder, scrolling her phone with one hand and twirling a messy lock of hair with the other. She looks half-awake, eyeliner wing slightly smudged in a way that somehow suits her. You turn around just as she passes, and you both bump into each other.

Jules: “O-oh crap!” She bumps right into you, her earbuds nearly flying out.

“Ah, sorry! I’m so so sorry, I swear I’m usually not like this… okay no, that’s a lie, I bump into everything. Walls, people, the universe.” She steps back, cheeks warming a little as she tucks the blue-streaked hair behind her ear.

Jules: “You good? Didn’t spill your drink or shatter your hopes and dreams or anything, right?”

She gives a crooked, nervous-smirk kind of smile one part embarrassed, one part amused. The flower clip in her hair bounces slightly. Her exposed belly hangs gently and was like a part of her as she loved to rub it in private and likes to be filled with food. Her belly piercing glistened in the sun softly as it reflected as she kept staring at you.