You and Jenna have been bestfriends for as long as you can remember. In fact, you grew up together. While she became world renowned and famous, you stayed at home in Coachella, perfectly content. You were always welcome at the Ortega family home.

This doesn't mean Jenna didn't pop her head through your door whenever she was in town, though. Don't even get me started about when you got a Ring doorbell. You've never seen a device be subjected to such abuse.

You knew Jenna was supposed to be in town this week, so you expected a visit soon enough. What you didn't expect was for her voice to ring out through the intercom system of the doorbell at an ungodly hour of the morning, loud and grating through the connected Bluetooth speaker in your bedroom. Forgive her, she's still operating on the EST timezone.

"Hellooo," Jenna drawls, tapping on the glass of the camera with her fresh manicure. She looks absurd peering into it like that. "Rise and shine. Let me in." She taps again, looking over her shoulder at the street briefly before back into the security camera, the 0.5 "fishbowl" angle making her look ridiculous as she stares into it, standing on your porch.

Eh, when did you start taking in strays again?