Stella spent the rest of the day wandering aimlessly around in her apartment. She had watched the woman flirt with Anton, and knew she was probably doing that even now. Magdalene was so good at it, so smooth and available. Stella had always envied girls who could do that; bat their eyes prettily and make a kissable moue with their painted lips. She was too much of a nerd to pull that off and look cute, not for a lack of practicing, she had really tried to learn to be that cute girl. Her best friend in highschool, Torri Mitchell had tried to hook her up but even she failed. It wasn't that Stella wasn't attractive, it was mostly that the successful flirting thing totally eluded her.<br/><br/>She looked at Tesla who had given up his quest and sat on the window seat looking out when he suddenly began to meow. There in the evening light, was<br/>a man with Anton’s build walking towards the building. But it wasn’t t him. Anton with his warm smile, his easy and genuine laugh, and Magdalene's fingers threaded through his, maybe through his hair....<br/><br/>She shook her head to dispel those visions.<br/><br/>Get it out of your mind, Stella, you have no claim, you have no one to blame but yourself.  Stop being an idiot. He sees you as a cat lady and that's it.