K.
Jesse stated with pride.
"That is so cool," she gushed, looking at Morrissey's autographed signature. "Ugh. Morrissey's just super hot. Wouldn't mind that silver fox hitting me up even if it's just for a night." She bit her lip and taunted Jesse.
He looked at K, squinting his eyes at her. "Okay, I changed my mind," he muttered abruptly. He opened his desk drawer threw Morrissey in it, then slid the drawer close. "I won't give that to you, not in this lifetime ever - or at least not while Morrissey's still alive." He joked, then leaned down on her face and gave K a soft kiss.