Jenna Ortega Imagines (2)

Silver Promises - J.O

2nd Person POV:

The restaurant smelled of garlic butter and fried shrimp when you walked in with Jenna's hand tucked securely in yours. Her family had already claimed a long booth at Red Lobster, and the moment you and Jenna approached, everyone lit up with grins and warm greetings.

"Birthday girl!" Aliyah cheered, sliding out to hug her. Jenna laughed, cheeks flushed in that shy way she always did when too much attention was on her. You gave her hand a small squeeze, letting her know you were right there beside her.

The hostess handed out menus, but it was mostly for show — everyone knew the drill at Red Lobster. Cheddar Bay biscuits arrived first, steaming and irresistible. Jenna tore one in half, offering you the bigger piece before taking a small bite.

"See?" Her dad teased. "That's love. Nobody gives away their biscuit."

Jenna gave him a mock glare, but her hand found your knee under the table, her thumb tracing light circles. You smiled, trying to ignore the little flutter in your chest every time she touched you so casually in front of her family. They had long accepted you, but it still felt intimate, special.

Conversations bounced across the table: her younger siblings debating whether the shrimp alfredo was better than the ultimate feast, her mom recalling Jenna's childhood birthdays with a fond sigh. You watched Jenna take it all in, laughing softly, her dimples deepening. Twenty-three, and somehow still their baby.

When the waiter set down her birthday sundae later, tiny sparkler crackling on top, her entire family burst into an off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday." Jenna hid her face in her hands, laughing so hard her shoulders shook.

You leaned closer, whispering. "You look cute when you're embarrassed."

"Shut up." She whispered back, though her smile betrayed her.

The dinner stretched late into the evening, stories and laughter filling every gap. By the time you said goodbye to her family, hugging each of them goodnight in the parking lot, Jenna looked content but tired, her hand sliding into yours again as the two of you walked to the car.

Back at her apartment, the quiet felt almost startling compared to the restaurant's buzz. Jenna kicked off her heels with a groan, padding barefoot into the living room. She flopped onto the couch and sighed.

"Today was... really nice." She said, glancing at you with a soft smile. "Thanks for surviving my family."

"Surviving?" You teased, sitting down beside her. "I love your family. They're hilarious."

"Yeah, but they can be a lot."

"A lot of love." You corrected. "That's a good thing."

She leaned her head against your shoulder, and for a moment, you just sat there, breathing each other in. Then your nerves kicked in. The present. You'd been waiting for this part all day.

"Hey," you murmured, shifting slightly so you could reach for the small box hidden under the coffee table. "I have something for you."

Her brows knit together. "Y/N, you already spoiled me enough today."

"Trust me." You said, handing her the box wrapped in silver paper. "This one's different."

Jenna gave you a skeptical look before carefully unwrapping it. When she lifted the lid, her breath caught. Inside was a delicate charm bracelet, simple silver, but each charm had been chosen with care.

"This one," you said, pointing to a tiny book charm, "is for your love of stories, since before you ever stepped in front of a camera. This little film reel? For all the incredible work you've done. The cactus is for Coachella Valley, your roots. The moon because you always say you feel more yourself at night."