The street was lit with the hustle that is New York. Thankfully, I took my wallet yesterday. The same cannot be said about my clothes. I was still in his shirt and shorts. But hey, this is New York. Thinking of not subjecting myself to the judgmental looks in the subway in my current mood, I hailed a cab.

The person who was hiding in a car and doing the continuous surveillance of the building the entire night, got into action when a woman wearing a man’s shirt and boxer shorts appeared outside. Dialling the number, a text was sent writing- “she left the building. Following now. Probably reaching the...