K.
Isaac muttered and stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide, getting a glimpse of K from across the adjoint living room.
She was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed and was tying up the laces of her Vans sneakers. She uncrossed her leg and scooted down further to tie her other shoe. Her ample chest was now peeking through the plunging neckline of her Pink Floyd shirt - highly oblivious that Jesse's friend was gawking at her.
Isaac was literally staring, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Hey, eyes up here," Jesse slapped his buddy's cheek a couple of times, shaking him off from the mirage that was K.