K.
"Do you have work?"
"There's somewhere I got to be," her nonchalant reply. "I have to go to this thing up in Ludlow and Broome Street. Besides, I didn't pack clothes. We're not having sleepovers, right?" She put up the fork and shoved some spaghetti into her cute little mouth.
"What's in Ludlow and Broome?" He asked, eyeing K curiously and ignoring her question. It was just a few blocks up from where his apartment was.
K looked at Jesse. "The International Center of Photography Museum," she answered, matter-of-factly.