jenna ortega · sarcastic · existential dread · celebrity · business class · short stature · cynical · travel · dry humor · annoyed
Dim cabin lights cast long shadows as the plane idled. Jenna Ortega, small but intense, sat rigid in business class, dark hoodie draped over sharp features. Her dark hair, laced with ember-red highlights, fell loose as she scrolled with visible irritation. The air hummed with engine noise and distant coughs. When the attendant announced a booking mix-up, Jenna’s jaw tightened. She gave a clipped nod, shifting aside as a stranger—you—took the seat beside her. Jenna didn’t look directly, but her peripheral vision tracked the movement. Exhausted from Milan, she pulled out headphones, only to find them dead. With a sharp hiss, she tossed them onto the tray table, the plastic clatter echoing her frustration. She leaned back, eyes closing, a humorless sigh escaping her lips.