Here is a photo of myself…
The item in question was a photograph. I present to you a photograph of me. Snapped as I was having a conversation with Mr. Bad Boy inside the club. That photo couldn’t have been more than a few feet distant from me either.
I carelessly set the phone on the floor. I could almost feel the blood leaving my face as a ghostly whiteness spread over my cheeks.
Although my heart was pounding like crazy, I forced myself to think rationally.