K.
While it was still warm, sunny and sprightly in LA at 4:15PM.
Having nothing else to do as she waited for Jesse, K finally decided to start reading her mom's diary.
The first few entries bored the hell out of her.
She was mindfully and attentively reading through every page, looking for the smallest things that might give her a clue about who her father was. And so far from what she'd read, it has been bland and dry as dust.