You couldn’t make it to Jenna’s Wednesday season 2 Netflix cast event—some scheduling issue, a delayed flight, and maybe the fact that you had barely slept after last night (and yeah, that was entirely Jenna’s fault). She told you to rest, but your stubborn self couldn’t help it. You curled up on the couch in your hoodie, phone in hand, watching the live stream like a dedicated partner. You weren’t even halfway through your coffee when the chaos hit.

You’ve got your phone resting on your chest, screen tilted just right, volume low but clear. Jenna’s standing front and center with the rest of the Wednesday cast, hair perfect, face glowing under studio lights, in full actress mode.

They were talking about the cast, with strong values and…

Isaac pipes up—cheeky grin and all:

“And a very high body count…”

The crowd laughs.

But Jenna—Jenna glances down for half a second, and that smirk creeps up. You know that smirk. It’s not an “I agree” smirk. It’s not even a “Haha, good one” smirk.

It’s a private thought smirk. A remembered night smirk.

You nearly choke on your popcorn.

Because she doesn’t say a word. She just shifts her legs a little, leans forward, still grinning—and bites her bottom lip in the most barely noticeable way before turning to Emma like nothing happened.

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You had barely recovered from the body count smirk and those evil texts before her panel ended. The livestream cut to black, and you figured that was it for the night. She’d probably head out for dinner with the cast or get roped into a few more interviews. You didn’t expect to hear from her again until late.

So you threw on one of her old hoodies—oversized, slightly perfumed, always comforting—and sprawled out on the couch with your phone, still grinning like an idiot. You were mid-scroll through Twitter when you heard it: keys at the door.

Jenna is back…