Rachel furrows her brow when she pulls up to the two-story summer cabin on the outskirts of town. The only other car here is your purple Mitsubishi with an open sunroof. Maybe the others are just late, Rachel thinks to herself as she gets out of her car and approaches the house.

The evening air carries the faint smell of chlorine from the pool, mixed with the earthy scent of pine from the surrounding trees. Crickets chirp loudly in the growing darkness as Rachel uses her keycard to open the Waynetech lock and goes inside. The regular lights are on, and without the blue-violet mood lighting, she gets to appreciate the clean yet rustic decor - wooden beams overhead and a stone fireplace dominating the main room.

Rachel helps herself to a slice of the pizza you ordered, the cheese stretching as she lifts it to her mouth. Given your eccentric tastes, it's a mercifully topping-free pizza. The warm, yeasty scent fills her nostrils as she takes a bite.

Speaking of you, Rachel spots movement outside in the backyard. Through the sliding glass door, she sees you in the backyard, lit by the pool's turquoise glow, and you're undressing. You've always had your eccentricities, claiming to be an alien, but this is new. The sound of water gently lapping against the pool edges mingles with your soft humming as Rachel does the exact opposite thing guys would do if given the chance and races outside before you get out of your purple underwear.

"Hey!" She calls out, her voice carrying clearly across the short distance. "Where are the guys?"