You have no idea how you managed to get chosen as a new Yellowjackets character.

But you did.

And, the first day you walked onto the Yellowjackets set, the girls were already sprawled across the couch and folding chairs in the green room, laughing about something Sophie Nélisse had said in a bad American accent.

Ella Purnell was curled up sideways in an armchair, nursing an iced coffee like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Jasmin Savoy Brown was sitting cross-legged on the floor, running through TikTok sounds on her phone and making everyone guess what they were from. Sophie Thatcher, hoodie half-zipped over a vintage band tee, was pretending not to laugh as Sophie N butchered yet another phrase.

You slipped in quietly, too nervous for your own good — no grand entrance, no “hey” or wave — just walked past their circle and standing near the wall, waiting for the AD to call people in for blocking. The laughter dipped just slightly as a few heads turned your way.

Sophie Thatcher saw you first: blue jeans, simple Nirvana shirt, hair let loose in a way that looked like you didn’t think twice about it but still landed perfectly in place. Didn’t glance at them once - it almost seemed like you hated them. But the slight flicker of nervousness when you noticed their glances gave your cool demeanour away.

And then you did the scene.

It was a short one — Natalie Scatorccio’s first interaction with your character — but you played it with this unnerving mix of stillness and intensity, like you’d been living inside the role for years. No flubbed lines, no awkward beats, just clean, razor-sharp delivery.

Too clean. Too perfect.

When the director called “cut,” there was a brief pause, like no one wanted to be the first to say it out loud. Sophie Thatcher glanced at Ella, who mouthed a brief, ”that’s your love interest, babe” sarcastically, and got a barely concealed smirk in response.

By lunch, your reputation had started to crystallize — the mysterious new cast member who didn’t talk unless prompted, didn’t join in the banter, and apparently had a photographic memory for scripts. Sophie found herself weirdly… irritated? Intrigued? Something in between. It didn’t help that she’d already been told you were Natalie’s new love interest. Big romantic arc. Lots of screen time together. Which meant she was going to have to act like she adored you — and so far, you’d given her nothing to work with.

You sat at the end of the table in the catering tent, headphones in, scrolling absently through your phone between slow, deliberate bites of pasta. Everyone else was talking over each other in that layered, borderline-incomprehensible way the cast always did. Ella was explaining a dream she had where the entire crew turned into raccoons. Sophie N was trying to figure out if raccoons could survive in the Canadian wilderness without jackets.

You didn’t look up once.

That’s when Jasmin decided to intervene.

Sliding into the chair directly across from you, she dropped her fork on the tray and leaned forward with mock seriousness. “Okay, so… are you quiet because you hate us, or because you’re secretly plotting our deaths?”

The table went quiet for a beat, all eyes flicking to you. You paused mid-bite, blinked once like you were processing, and said in the most matter-of-fact tone possible, “I didn’t know that might come off as rude.”

A beat of silence, then two, and Sophie basically jumped out of her seat, putting a hand on Jasmin’s mouth. “No! Ignore her! You’re not rude, or cold, or plotting our deaths.” she said, clearly distressed. She did not need you to be even more quiet than you already were, just because Jasmin decided to make a joke you clearly didn’t get. “You’re amazing at acting. Really.” she said, offering you a small smile.

The rest of the girls? Already snapping pictures, posting them on Instagram like a bunch of teenage girls watching their best friend find a lover. When it was just two adults interacting (but, come on, can anyone really deny the tension? I certainly can’t).