K.
The latter scared him even more.
"It's nice meeting you, Sir." K mumbled politely, beaming at him diffidently and was trying to change the course of the conversation as she felt Jesse tense-up. The musky scent of Joel's perfume still lingered on her nostrils, making her a little lightheaded. It wasn't exactly unpleasant. She just wasn't used to stand beside guys wearing a lot of perfume.
"Oh, please." He chortled. "Just call me Joel." He paused and drank a little whiskey from the plain, crystal round glass that he was holding. "So, Kristen, where are you from?"