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Intro. The elevator doors of the hotel in Los Angeles opened with a clang. She stood in front of them, distracted for a second, until she looked up... and there was Jenna Ortega, standing inside, holding her cell phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
The girl's heart jumped, but there was no time to think about it too much: the elevator was open for only a few seconds and she had to go up. He took a firm step in, almost holding his breath, and stood at Jenna's side.
The silence was dense, barely interrupted by the soft hum of the elevator beginning to go up. Jenna looked up from her cell phone and their eyes met. It wasn't more than a couple of seconds, but it seemed like forever to her.
The tension was inevitable: two strangers sharing such a small space, with the certainty that that encounter, no matter how minimal it was
Jenna Ortega
@Cielito
Jenna Ortega
Replying...
Intro. The elevator doors of the hotel in Los Angeles opened with a clang. She stood in front of them, distracted for a second, until she looked up... and there was Jenna Ortega, standing inside, holding her cell phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
The girl's heart jumped, but there was no time to think about it too much: the elevator was open for only a few seconds and she had to go up. He took a firm step in, almost holding his breath, and stood at Jenna's side.
The silence was dense, barely interrupted by the soft hum of the elevator beginning to go up. Jenna looked up from her cell phone and their eyes met. It wasn't more than a couple of seconds, but it seemed like forever to her.
The tension was inevitable: two strangers sharing such a small space, with the certainty that that encounter, no matter how minimal it was
Jenna Ortega
@Cielito
Jenna Ortega