You pull up to the row of model homes and double check the address and directions I gave you to confirm this is the right place. As you pull into the little parking lot, you see my car and instantly become excited. You notice that there are no other cars in the lot except for the real estate agents trendy little Mercedes. You walk by my car and see that I'm not inside. You walk into the cool office which feels good since it's so hot outside and say hi to the agent and let her know you just want to have a look through the homes for some decoration ideas. The agent is actually pretty cute and you notice her eyes lingering over the outfit you have on...gym leggings with a revealing top. The cute agent sits back down behind her desk as you exit the office and head toward the first home.
You realize that you have no idea which home I'm in. You enter the first home and poke around a little, occasionally you softly call my name, but you're not able to locate me. You're startled as your cell receives a new message..."Last home, master closet" is all it says.