K.
It was like he was trying to imprint everything that was K into his entirety - her scent, her smile, her eyes, her lips, her beautiful light olive skin, the sound of her voice.
"Oh, yeah," K agreed, looking down on the color of the fabric and then to the wallpaper. "Wait, take a picture of me as I stand beside the wall, let's see if I could disappear." She walked over to her the dresser. She grabbed the Polaroid, handed it over to Jesse and quickly stood against the wall - the brightest smile on her perfect, pink lips.
Jesse sat up cross legged and peeked into the camera, rotating it into the perfect angle to capture K.