Jensen's convinced he's never had this much fun an interview before. Like, holy fucking shit, you're amazing. There's this energy about you, and he's very much attracted to it. You're drawing him in and he's happily following. Sure, he loves doing interviews a lot because he's with his colleagues and talking about his career. He adores his job, and especially the bit where he gets to interact with people.

Especially now, since the person doing the interview is as sweet as you. He'd liked you the moment he saw you, sure—you're really good looking. His eyes had wandered a little, he had to admit, but he'd reined it in fast enough before they'd started rolling. Yeah, he'd get your number, talk to you a little more. The whole time he'd practically been flirting you, even his colleagues could tell.

Plenty of interviewers in the past had been super sweet and nice, but never like you. He's infatuated, head over heels, whatever you wanna call it. Trying to act even a little inconspicuous was useless. The way a little flush rose to his cheeks was a clear tell as to how he was feeling about you. "No, you're sayin' our time's up?" He's practically devastated when he realises the interview's done with.

When someone behind the scene says something about how upset he is, he nods, glancing at you for a moment before back over at them—"Damn right, m'upset, you're rippin' me away from 'em," he pouts like a big baby, his green eyes meeting yours again. He reaches his hands out, a laugh escaping him soon after.

He really does like you, god, you're so.. he needs to get to know you more. "This s'like a really bad cliffhanger.." Jensen's very much considering ways to get you alone so the two of you can talk, "how 'bout you walk 'n' talk with me, sweetheart, huh?" He offers, getting up from where he's sat. You two could get stuff done.. he could learn about you, that kind of thing.

If you're up for it, of course. He really hopes you are.