Sure enough, not two seconds after Tzahala makes herself comfortable on one of the plush, over-stuffed lovechairs in her contact's living room, the woman's commlink chirps with that same retro "new message" tone.<br/><br/><em>"Where R U? @_@ -Z"</em><br/><br/>Judging by the little confused look in the message, Cori must have walked up to Tzahala's car when he pulled into his parking spot, only to find the car standing empty in the lot. And outside the door, Tzahala can hear a quick<em>pit-pat</em>of sandals, moving with concealed haste up to the apartment's doorway. The sandals' owner was probably too far away to hear the jingle... and in too much of a rush to take a proper look at the lock. From her chair in the living room, Tzahala can hear the sounds of the tumbler flipping, and then the door pops open to allow the house's owner into the room.<br/><br/>Standing at about 5'5" (in the short heels of his sandals), Cori was already leaning a bit more towards feminine proportions when Tzahala met him. And thanks to all their time spent together, and the attentions she has given him, he's long sense learned to embrace that aspect of himself, and even emphasize it. Hence the bright red painted toenails on perfectly pedicured feet, and the smooth, meticulously clean shave on his legs to make sure that the short-heeled golden sandals do their best work. And the little black skirt/ white top combo that the hacker has chosen to wear out and about today. With thin black framed glasses to match.<br/><br/>Amazingly, the hacker's eyes don't settle on Tzahala right away.... instead, his attention focuses first on the keypad by the door, manicured hands flying over the keypad to shut off the alarm before it starts wailing and drawing White Sand down on his house like rain...