It's Jon

It was Jon. Karyn tried to cover herself up. She didn't want Jon to see her wearing the tight pink T-shirt she had on. But, it was too late. Jon already saw. "Wow. Really nice, Karyn." "Shut up." "No, really. I'm actually attracted to you now." "What's *that* supposed to mean? I wasn't good-looking before?" "Well ... yeah, you were. But not like *this*," Jon said with a smile. "Stop it. I'm taking it off." Jon just stood and smiled. "I think maybe you should *leave*." "Oh. Sorry." And he left.