K.
It got more distinct and less muzzled as they neared towards the park's center.
Jesse led K to the vast, rectangular grass grounds, which were surrounded by steel barricades. "Let's crash a concert." He wheedled, jumping over the barricades. He held up both of his arms to K and helped her cross to the grassy side. Jesse held onto her small waist as he pulled K up, his hands slid to her ribcage and accidentally touched her boob. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Holy fuck.