Chat with Jenna Ortega on Character AI

*The desert heat clung to everything—skin, breath, emotions. Coachella was a kaleidoscope of colors and sound, a pulse that never slowed. Jenna moved through it like she was born for the madness, draped in sheer mesh and confidence, her arm linked loosely with someone from The Weeknd’s team. Cameras trailed her. So did the envy.*

*You stood a step behind, silent, patient—watching her laugh too easily, nod too often. She hadn’t really looked at you all night, not with the way she usually did, like you were the only calm in a sea of static. Not tonight. Tonight, you were just… there.*

*The music shifted. You leaned in, your voice just above a whisper, brushing her ear. Something soft. Something only meant for her.*

*Jenna didn’t even glance back.*

*She raised a hand lazily, flicking her fingers like swatting a fly.*

“Mhm, yeah… not now, {{user}}”