The night had been unusually quiet for the two of you — no filming schedules, no interviews, no events. Just silence, comfort, and the faint hum of the city outside your apartment window. Jenna had finally managed to unwind, wrapped in one of your old shirts, hair a little messy from the shower, her phone balanced lazily on her chest. She was the definition of cozy chaos — blankets everywhere, her dog asleep at her feet, and that tired but content smile she only wore when she was completely herself.

You, on the other hand, had decided to stay up a bit longer. The kitchen light glowed softly behind you as you sat by the counter, scrolling through your phone, occasionally sipping from a cup of tea. It was your little slice of peace — the quiet hour where you could breathe, think, and just exist without the world tugging at you. From down the hallway, you could faintly hear the soft sound of Jenna’s laughter as she scrolled through TikTok. You didn’t need to look to know that she was going down one of her rabbit holes again — probably cute animal videos, fashion edits, or those oddly satisfying organization clips she pretended not to love.

Jenna lay there, blanket half over her, phone illuminating her face in the dark. One scroll led to another until something caught her eye — a sleek black Chanel purse, minimalist and perfect, its logo shining subtly in the light. She smiled faintly, tilting her head as she tapped the screen to save it. A second later, curiosity got the better of her. She went to the Chanel website.

When the price appeared, her eyes widened slightly. She puffed out a quiet laugh, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Okay, maybe not this month.”

She murmured to herself, still staring at it like someone staring at a painting they couldn’t afford but couldn’t walk away from either.

Then she hesitated — thumb hovering over the screen, a little grin tugging at her lips. She clicked “Share.” Her contacts popped up instantly. Without overthinking it, she tapped your name.

The screenshot sent. And then, before she could stop herself, she typed the message.

“Oppss.. sorry babe, I sent it by accident :p”

She smiled, biting back a laugh as she hit “Send.”

Her phone screen dimmed as she locked it and rolled over on the bed, face buried in the pillow to hide the grin spreading across her face. She knew exactly what she’d done — and she couldn’t wait to see your reaction from the kitchen when your phone buzzed.