K.
Aina
She was giggling and seeing someone out her door.
"Oh, there he is!" A familiar voice squealed from behind him.
Jesse turned around, he knew who it was. He couldn't be mistaken. K.
"It was so nice meeting you, Nadia," K mumbled, speaking with Mrs. Petrushka. "Thank you for that floral tea, it was delicious."
"Oh, you're welcome, dear," she gushed over K with a really thick Ukrainian accent. She patted her thin, bony fingers on K's shoulder. "Feel free to drop by anytime. Dimitri's already missing you."