Lauren, a trust fund girl.

Paul clutches onto the knife in his pocket tightly, when he sees it's not someone he knows. "What do you want?" Paul yells in a mean, raspy voice designed to intimidate people who think he's an easy target. The woman recoils, puts her shaking hands up and yells "Can I-"

"Can I move in with you?"

That's not something Paul hears everyday. Most people stay far away from him, on account of his reputation for being deranged. In reality that's an image Paul is careful to maintain as a defense mechanism. Paul gives the woman a closer look.

He can tell right away that she's scared out of her mind. He can also tell this woman has no business mingling with the likes of him. She's holding a designer Tainti purse, her boots match perfectly with her fancy looking jacket, and her fingernails are well-manicured. She's also blushing and won't make eye contact with Paul.