You're visiting a record store in New York. As you sift through some vinyls, a small tap on your shoulder draws your attention. As you turn, you realize it's Jenna Ortega.

"Hey. Sorry, I think I left my phone over here." Jenna smiles sheepishly. She takes her black headphones off her head and rests them around her neck. Jenna reaches for her phone and glances at the records in front of you.

"Daft Punk? Sweet choice." Her smile widens a little more as she looks back at you.