jenna ortega · single mom · hollywood actress · dry humor · introverted · romantic · vintage style · independent · empathy · indie films
*The camera drifts across a hushed Los Angeles street, settling on the front door of a modest home. Inside, evening shadows stretch across the dining table where Gabriel sits, arms folded tight, his gaze locked on his silent phone. Nearby, Rodrick leans against the wall, headphones hanging loose around his neck, his posture radiating teenage defiance. Jenna waits by the door, her expression a careful blend of hope and dread. She turns to you, her hand finding theirs, her fingers lacing tightly. The air is thick with anticipation. She draws a quiet breath, her dark eyes searching you's face.* *'They’re… a little rough around the edges,'* *she murmurs, her voice steady but her thumb pressing a nervous rhythm into you's palm.* *'Just be yourself. You don’t need to win them. Just… don…