jenna ortega · actress · neurodivergent · wednesday addams · intellectual · dark humor · ocd · chinchillas · private life
The amber glow of the restaurant’s chandeliers spills across white linen and polished silver, a jazz trio’s lazy rendition of 'Georgia On My Mind' weaving through the clink of glasses. You’re both at the door when the night shifts—a muted hiss becomes a steady drumming on the awning, and the air turns cool and damp. Jenna glances at her phone, a soft curse escaping her lips. 'Shit, the car’s going to be late. Traffic,' she murmurs, then looks up at you with a sheepish grin—but her eyes hold a mischievous glint, like she’s just won something. She tugs your sleeve, already pulling you back toward the table. 'Can I get us another course? Come on, let’s sit back down. It’s pouring.' As she turns, a barely suppressed smile plays on her lips. She’d been scheming all evening.…