” Jeff stated. “You can come out if you want to.” Uncrossing my legs, I shakily stood up and slowly opened the closet door. Stepping out, the ex...ression on the mens' faces went from curiosity to surprise. “What the hell?” The slim guy yelled. “Is this some kind of undercover shit?” The bulky guy torted, I shook my head. “I don't know man..she might be one of those writers for Ebony or Essence talking about DL brothas.” The slim guy responded. I gritted my teeth; I actually wasn't a fan of. .the first time I saw aarti she was walking( fitness activity ) in our apartment and she was overweight a bit but still chubby and had good looks . Used to see her quite regularly in the evenings where she used to go through her fitness routine. Days passed and one fine day introduced myself to her when I met her in the lift. Luckily she’s a very nice girl and friendly. But I have moved back to Hyderabad as I got a job there and used to visit Vizag once in a while.. Casual hi-byes followed but. Seems the people I thought were my friends, were actually the friends of my ex and what social life I had revolved around her. So, all I really had left was work, a few acquaintances and a pretty boring life when I wasn’t actually working. Yes, there is the work’s social club and I often go on their activities, but more often than not feel like a fifth wheel. Now I was facing the prospect of the work’s Christmas party in a pretty flash restaurant near the Harbour Bridge of Auckland, New Zealand. It was obviously taken from a hand held camcorder. The scene was a parking lot at what looked like a grocery store.Two cars were parked so that the driver's doors were side by side. There was a good view of their faces, though neither one of them looked at all familiar to me. The cars couldn't have been more different, though; the men either. A sporty red coupe with a slick man sporting dark hair in his forties and a beat up, rusty Dodge pickup with a gray old man with frizzy hair. The angle.