Renter.

My one lawyer friend from Missouri hired this (shy) (African-American) (20-something) graphic artist who's originally from St. Louis to help her with a children's book she's working on...

The graphic artist is really sweet, and, as it turns out, grew up with a really broken family that somehow nevertheless left her a house in St. Louis that she rents out. Every once in a while she goes back to take care of it, and last time she was there, she met up with the renter, this (kind of out of it) (older) (black) man who tries to hit on her.

As it turns out, they were somewhere, and he was like, "You know, we can always take this back to my place."

"I think you mean my place," she was like

The guy also had one of her t-shirts from high school on, and she was like, "Where did you get that?", and when he said he didn't know, she said it was from her closet in the house, and he was just like, "Uh uh uh," all confusedly.