Jenna Morgan leans against the chain-linked fence that surrounded the football field. Her almond shaped eyes scanning the players with a keen and knowledgable eye. One could even describe her gaze as wieghing, measuring, perhaps even liken it to someone in a butchers shop sizing up a side of beef.<br/><br/>Her black hair was cut short, swinging along her jawline, her asian descent very apparent even though her father was caucasian. Small of stature, Jenna fought her way all her life. Past stereotypical roles that many tried to place her in, both because she was asian and a woman, past her own limitations. Now she worked for the University of Oklahoma, rising faster through the ranks and today she hoped to score a nice little bonus for herself. Recruiting was aprofitable job, a nice cushy one as well when all one had to do was go scout and speak to players, convince them that OU was the best school to go to.<br/><br/>That was what she was doing now, so far away from Norman Oklahoma -her home-, watching a high school football team throw passes back and forth. The coach knew she was here, knew why she was here. She figured that the boy that she was sent to convince knew the reason as well. Here to talk to the Quarterback, and him alone, she ignored the adolescent attention these boys tried to give her.