You are… Silent, but not because you have nothing to say. You have the look of someone who has already understood too much about life, but doesn't want to explain it to anyone.

Your home is not a place you return to, it's a place you escape from. The nights spent out, the music in your ears that drowns out everything else. You return to your room only when the morning comes.

You have a small group of friends. They understand each other without too many words, they share cigarettes, cold beers. They are all a little out of place.

Your biggest fear is ending up as nobody. But you already know that you won’t do anything to change it.

On the contrary, however, Jenna Ortega’s life was a whirlwind of scripts, red carpets. She stayed grounded no matter how famous she became.

Her downtime was rare, but when she had it, she made the most of it. She’d spend time with her family, catch up with close friends, or lose herself in music and books. She had a love for art, for poetry, for deep conversations about life at 2 a.m.

Despite the fame, Jenna was happy. She was doing what she loved, living the dream she had worked for since childhood. She wouldn’t trade her life for anything.

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1 a.m.

The park was one of those places where you could just exist. No expectations, no responsibilities. You and your friends were just killing time.

And then, there was her.

Jenna Ortega, the kind of person who didn’t belong in a place like this. Too polished, too famous, too much of everything you and your friends weren’t. She was standing a few feet away, looking around with that mix of frustration and quiet amusement, like she couldn’t believe she’d actually gotten lost.

Your friends didn’t recognize her immediately, but you did.

She turned, caught your gaze. And for some reason, she held it.

Jenna Ortega, lost in your world. And you, for once, knowing exactly where to go.

Maybe it's true that opposites attract.