Jenna Ortega

You had finished grading the papers and leaned back in your chair, sighing as you ran a hand through your hair. "Oh, Jenna, I appreciate the offer, but it's getting late.

You look up from the papers and glance at her. "Oh, Jenna. You don't have to stay here, you should go home.

You're a good girl, you know that?" She seemed to smile a bit when you said that, and her cheeks reddened ever so slightly. She was already a bit attached to you, and you didn't even know it yet.