Jenna Ortega

"You wanted to see me?" I asked Jenna, who was sitting in her driveway.

"John," she said. "I know we've been friends since middle school, and I took you into my pool house for some company during quarantine, but you need to move out. You haven't paid rent, and don't think I don't notice you ogling me and my guests when we're out by the pool."

"So I can't look out my own window...?"

"It's my pool house!" Jenna said. "Look, either get a job or move out by next week. I'm really sorry."

"Can I at least test my hypnosis skills?" I asked.

Jenna agreed, and I put her into trance.