I know, I know. I'm in the middle of exams and I have no right to be writing. But this story is, as Jenny Humphrey said, "last minute inspiration." This was supposed to be a finished one shot but I realized that I want a space to release my Nenny feels. So I'm extending it into a story, but with quickly updated short chapters because it's already been half-written. It could get OOC and silly because I inject my own personality in it here and there. But I try to add in little tid-bits and feels that I get from Nenny and the show as a whole.

It started off innocent.

He liked everything she would put on Facebook.

Maybe he just thought that her posts were funny, or he was genuinely interested in the different things she was doing in London.

Whatever it was, it didn't stop her from smiling at the screen every time she got the notification.

Jenny often wondered what passed through his mind when he read them, and was intrigued when he didn't like the status: "Day 3 of working with male models for swimsuit line."

She posted things knowing that he would see them, and she unconsciously began to put genuine effort into making them perfect.

It eventually got to the point where it was late at night and she would post something between last minute designs before her deadline. Jenny wouldn't be able to do anything until he liked it. Like a drug addict she'd hold her breath until she could let out a sigh of relief when she saw the blessed red number.

That was the first sign of trouble.

Dan and Serena welcomed her back to their world via a dinner party less than a year after Dan was outed as Gossip Girl.

She had missed the city.

The space had been good for her. She had learnt so much in London from so many different people. But there was still that Jenny Humphrey energy that had carried with her all the way to adulthood. She had just learnt how to harness it now.

He greeted her with a welcoming hug.

"It's good to see you, Jen," Nate said when he pulled back.

And no new edge that she had developed over her time away could prevent her from getting that nervous fluttery feeling inside that she always got when he spoke to her.

At dinner he laughed loudly at everything she said, and she couldn't help but go silent and guarded at his complete attention.

It was foreign to her.

He asked her about fashion, and if she could offer an insight into it for him when it came to the fashion section of The Spectator.

They exchanged numbers.

It was interesting how their phone conversations were held at the dead of night, and that they talked about fashion for about half a minute before Nate completely changed the subject. Jenny ended up having bags under her eyes for work at Waldorf every morning after their night long conversations about everything under the sun.

But still, she wasn't about to complain.

They joked around the way they used to, and sometimes she could swear that he was flirting with her.

"Our first fashion show is in a matter of weeks. What if no one shows up?" Jenny said nervously one night.

"Of course they're going to show up. The designer alone is reason enough," he replied with a chuckle.

She was silent for a moment.

"So you're a fan of the designer, huh?" Jenny asked boldly in a voice that isn't her own.

"Always have been," he replied quietly.

She was breathless.