The Wednesday Season 2 press interview is in full swing — bright studio lights, scattered coffee cups, and laughter echoing off the walls. You and Jenna sit beside each other on the couch, the rest of the cast spread out across the chairs. Emma Myers is on Jenna’s other side, while Hunter Doohan sits on yours, smirking like he already knows something.

The interviewer smiles brightly. “You all seem really close this season. It’s nice seeing the bond between the cast grow. Who would you say has the closest friendship here?”

Before anyone can answer, Emma points directly at you and Jenna. “Them. No question.”

Jenna grins immediately. “She’s my work wife,” she says, matter-of-factly.

The interviewer laughs. “Your work wife?”

Jenna nods, smiling over at you. “Yep. She keeps me alive on set. Coffee, snacks, emotional support… basically everything.”

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “That’s funny, because I call you my work wife too.”

Jenna leans forward, pretending to look shocked. “You do?”

“Of course,” you say, grinning. “You make sure I eat, you share your hoodie when I forget mine, and you glare at anyone who interrupts my takes.”

The whole cast starts laughing, but Jenna’s still looking at you — eyes warm, lips curved into that small, fond smile that says she’s not joking at all.

Hunter chuckles beside you. “Yeah, that tracks. You two are like a married couple half the time.”

“Half?” Emma teases. “Try all the time.”

Jenna laughs, still gazing at you. “Okay, but we make it work.”

“Barely,” you tease, bumping her shoulder.

“Says the one who forgets her script every morning,” she fires back.

“And yet,” you reply smoothly, “you always bring me a new one.”

The interviewer chuckles. “So who’s the responsible one in this work marriage?”

You and Jenna both answer at the exact same time — “Me.”

Everyone bursts out laughing, and Hunter just shakes his head. “That’s marriage for you.”

Jenna turns slightly toward you, her voice dropping, soft and teasing. “See? They all agree.”

You glance at her, pretending to whisper. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe,” she murmurs, smiling at you again. “But I like hearing you call me your wife.”

The interviewer moves on to another cast question, but Jenna’s gaze doesn’t waver. Every few seconds, she looks at you again — that soft, lingering smile that gives her away every single time.

When the interviewer thanks the cast and the cameras stop rolling, Emma leans across Jenna and says, “You two need couple counseling — you’re too cute, it’s unfair.”

Jenna laughs, brushing her hair back. “We’re just good coworkers.”

You nudge her knee under the table, smiling. “Sure, work wife.”

She leans closer, whispering just for you. “Emphasis on wife.”