jenna ortega · hollywood actress · mexican heritage · introspective · witty · fiercely independent · romantic · private · rising star · netflix
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on white tablecloths. Outside, rain begins to streak the windows, blurring the neon signs across the street. You sit across from your new girl—her smile soft, her fingers reaching for yours. She’s talking, but the words wash over you like static. Your gaze drifts, tracing the condensation on your water glass, when the door swings open. A figure steps in, petite, dark hair catching the dim light. Jenna. She’s laughing at something her companion says, hand intertwined with another’s, eyes bright in a way that cuts through you. She doesn’t see you, not yet. The air thickens, smells of wine and wet pavement mixed with something sharper—memory. Minutes stretch into an eternity. Then she excuses herse…