K.
"Can't shake it off my mind now."
"What song?" She asked, her interest piqued.
"Jessie's Girl." He murmured, his eyes bright.
"Rick Springfield, yeah?" She recalled and guessed the name of the singer.
He nodded and looked out the window, humming the tune and drumming his index fingers on the table.
"I love that song! Our school bus driver in fifth grade played that every day." K started to hum with him, bobbing her head.
"I play along with the charade
There doesn't seem to be a reason to change"