Jenna Ortega Imagines

London Girl

(a/n: started a grey's anatomy imagines book as well, feel free to check it out (please check it out))

The cobblestone streets of London were alive with a vibrant energy that was contagious. Jenna Ortega, a Hollywood starlet, felt the excitement pulsing through her veins as she stepped out of the luxurious hotel. The city was a whirlwind of opportunity, a backdrop for her next blockbuster, and a place where she could lose herself in the anonymity of the bustling crowd. 

She had always loved the idea of London, the romance of the red telephone booths, the charm of the accents, and the allure of the royalty that seemed to float in the very air she breathed. But it was the unpredictability of the city that had brought her here, the promise of adventure whispered in every alleyway. And of course the shooting of her new film.

As she wandered through the cobalt blue afternoon, the scent of fish and chips wafted from a nearby cart, mingling with the sweet aroma of fresh flowers at the bustling Camden Market. The vibrant stalls and the eclectic mix of people reminded her of the melting pot she had left behind in Los Angeles. But there was something about the Londoners that was uniquely their own, a blend of stoicism and charm that she hadn't quite figured out yet.

Her eyes locked onto a figure across the street, a young British woman with a contagious smile. She was dressed in a stylish, yet casual way that screamed 'Soho chic'—a look that was both effortless and intriguing. There was something about her that made Jenna's heart skip a beat, a spark that she hadn't felt in a long time. The woman looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting Jenna's, and she grinned, revealing a set of perfect dimples.

Without a second thought, she dashed across the street, dodging a scooter that zipped by with a cheeky beep. The woman looked up, surprised, but her smile grew wider as Jenna approached. 

"You know, I've never been one for the High Street," Jenna said, trying to sound as cool and collected as she could. "But there's something about this place that just feels right."

The woman, who introduced herself as Y/N, laughed and nodded in agreement. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, her accent music to Jenna's ears. "I could tell by your smile, darling. It's as American as apple pie."

Y/N suggested they grab a cup of tea and chat. Jenna's eyes lit up at the mention of 'high tea', an experience she had always dreamt of having in London.

They strolled through the market, the cobblestone pathways leading them to a quaint little teahouse tucked away from the hustle and bustle. Inside, the walls were adorned with vintage posters and delicate china cups clinked against their saucers as they sat down to talk.

Y/N's friends joined them, a group of charming lads with stories that painted a picture of a life filled with university shenanigans and weekend escapades in the West End. Jenna felt a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in a long time, as if she had been invited into a secret club that only Londoners knew about.

The conversation flowed as freely as the tea, and Jenna found herself sharing her love for SoCal, her adoration of Springsteen, and her guilty pleasure of sipping Tennessee whiskey. Y/N listened intently, her eyes lighting up with every word, and soon enough, they were swapping tales of their favorite spots in the city.

"You must visit Hackney," Y/N insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's not all about Bond Street and Louis V, you know. There's a grit to it that's as real as it gets." Jenna nodded, eager to explore the authentic side of London, the side that wasn't plastered on postcards.

As the rain began to patter against the windows, Y/N suggested they move their afternoon to a nearby pub to watch some rugby with her mates. Jenna, who had never seen a rugby match in her life, agreed without hesitation.