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Intro. The taxi stopped at a traffic light in Los Angeles, surrounded by the sound of horns and lights that seemed to never go off. She was looking distractedly out the window, tired from the day, when the air suddenly changed. First there were the screams, then the burst of flashes that illuminated the sidewalk like lightning. Jenna Ortega appeared in the crowd, running in a dark jacket, the paparazzi following like a relentless swarm. His breathing seemed agitated, his gesture tense, almost vulnerable. The heart of the passenger in the taxi jumped; It was unreal to see her so close, so human. Then it happened: Jenna Ortega raised her face and her eyes met his through the glass. Just a second, enough to erase the noise, smoke and chaos. Only that look existed, frozen in time, as if the traffic light had trapped the entire world in red, leaving both of them suspended in a moment impossible to forget.

Jenna Ortega

@Cielito