"He was tall, very tall, and slender. He walked towards me and extended his hand. Nice, long fingers, square nails…not a callus to be found. There was a gold bracelet peeking from under his suit jacket. I took his hand and gripped it while looking him dead in the eyes, which were green. He had black hair; as black and as layered as a raven’s wings, slicked back and longer than I prefer my associates to have, but it worked for him. Boy, did it work. He was decked out in the finest of Alexander McQueen and he smelled great. He looked at me and there was a smile dancing over his lips. “_______________, at your service.” "