The phone inside her purse vibrated twice.

An image of an envelope flashing on the top right corner of her phone's screen. The email she had been waiting for weeks.

She opens the link to the document sharing app in the body of the email and introduces the password.

It was taking it's time to download, all while her unattended cigarette consumed itself to the marrow of the filter and her eager eyes followed the bar to completion.

Her contact - some C4r714nL33tz0r69 - was returning her pictures, photoshopped for today's zeitgeist.

With a clinic eye she browses through the gallery, searching for imperfections and inconsistencies. It was a remarkable job, she concluded - especially the pictures in the beach, even if a bit to flattery.

Minutes pass and give way to hours, setting up passwords, phone numbers, security measures, fingerprints, faceprints, voiceprints, downloading photos, writing life lessons and other equally interesting and no less futile digital junk populating the myriad of today's social networks and cyberspace.

She knew the lure had to be credible if it was going to be of any use, so she entertains the exercise and smiles a perverse smile.

The moment she finishes, ten seconds pass. Apparently she had a new friend... and another - the smile widens.

Decided to uphold the fairness of first arrivals she engages with the first.

An hour later undead hands grab a black leather jacket to go out. Elle had a date with a stranger, dinner was getting served.