K.
She chose a white classic The Rolling Stones shirt, the iconic one with the tongue-and-lips emblem.
Coincidentally, I Can't Get No Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones faintly played on the speakers in the living room.
She tousled up her long hair into a messy bun on top of her head, already making her way towards the kitchen barefoot.
"Morning, sex-on-a-stick," K cheerfully greeted Jesse. She was on the other side of the counter, the only division that separated the kitchen from all the other parts of Jesse's apartment. It's no wonder she could smell what he was cooking. His place was just a big blob of anywhere. "What are you up to?" She asked, leaning on the kitchen counter and resting her