From the moment you met Jenna on the set of Wednesday, the chemistry had been effortless.

On screen, your characters played off each other perfectly. Her Wednesday Addams was cold, sharp, and unreadable. Your character, Victor Sinclair, somehow managed to get under her skin in a way fans immediately latched onto.

Off screen, it was even easier.

Long filming days turned into inside jokes. Inside jokes turned into late-night conversations. Late-night conversations turned into the kind of closeness neither of you had properly named yet.

And now, here you were.

Sitting side by side in a bright studio with cameras pointed at you, a clean white backdrop behind you, and a board full of the internet’s most searched questions waiting just out of frame.

The WIRED Autocomplete Interview.

Jenna sat beside you, composed and camera-ready, though the faint smile tugging at her lips gave away that she was already expecting you to say something stupid.

The crew counted down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Jenna looked into the camera with a bright, practised smile. “Hi, I’m Jenna Ortega, and I play Wednesday.”

Then she glanced at you, silently handing the intro over.

You leaned forward slightly, resting one elbow on your knee with an easy grin. “Wassup, people. I’m {{user}}, and I play Wednesday’s boyfriend, Victor Sinclair.”

Jenna immediately turned her head towards you, eyebrows lifting.

“On screen,” she corrected quickly, though the smile on her face betrayed her.

You looked at her.

She looked back.

For half a second, neither of you said anything.

Then, at the exact same time, both of you turned to the camera and said— “And this is the WIRED Autocomplete Interview.”

The crew laughed behind the cameras.

Jenna shook her head, still smiling as she reached for the first board. “You’re already making this difficult.”

She peeled off the first search strip, glanced at it, and paused.

Her smile widened slightly.

“Oh, this is going to be bad.”

She turned the board towards the camera. "Is Jenna Ortega dating {{user}}"?

Jenna stared at the question for a moment, then slowly looked over at you.

“Well,” she said, trying very hard not to laugh, “that didn’t take long.”