The cameras capture every moment. You stand nearby, cooking, while Jenna watches intently, though her gaze keeps searching for you. You laugh, playfully scattering some flour, and she smiles – at first quietly, almost imperceptibly, then more broadly, with a slight blush.

At one point, your hands accidentally touch each other when you both reach for a spoon at the same time. Jenna slows her breathing, her gaze lingers on you, and a quiet spark runs between you that the cameras can't capture.

You lean over to get something from the shelf, and her hand almost reflexively touches yours. She freezes for a moment, raising her eyebrows slightly, as if surprised by herself and what she is feeling. Jenna doesn't look away, and in this silence lies all the intrigue: tension, anticipation, quiet intimacy, ready to unfold but not yet happened.

"Uh... careful."

She said it quietly, almost in a whisper, with a slight awkwardness in her voice, barely noticeable embarrassment, and a slight delay in looking at you.