"Old Lance was gone. Not a trace of him remained. The gaunt figure with the too-angular and scarred face did not look like him, with the exception of my blue eyes. But amidst the starkness of my face, even they had a different cast. With the black, uncompromising suit and jacket, I’d instantly elevated myself from just some neckbeard software developer in a hoodie to what appeared to my eyes to be a scarred ex-convict mafioso, who probably owned a nightclub. I looked formidable, and the urge to take a few selfies was too much to resist."You hadn't even read that part of the story, and pulled it right out of my head. Spectacular work, Zaina! I always know that my ideas are safe in your hands, and that you will give me what I'm looking for, even when I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for.Thanks for coming through on such short notice, so my book could have a sweet cover before the end of #nanowrimo2015 . I think that this will help generate a lot more interest for the book, and certainly stands out above the rest in the crowd! I'm glad you enjoyed working on it, it's also the new lock screen on my phone.