The cheerful trill on her phone announced the arrival of a text message and Stella hurried to her dining table to see the message from Anton.<br/><br/>...see you whenever.<br/><br/>Stella put the phone back down.<br/><br/>Hmmmm would in the next sixty seconds look too pathetically desperate?<br/><br/>She wanted her cat back, but she ...<br/><br/>...nope. Just the cat. Don’t go there. Don’t ruin a good thing. He only notices you insofar that you’re the momma of the cat his cat has the hots for.<br/><br/>Stella, picked up the phone and replied<br/><br/>Hi Anton, I’ll be down in a little bit, just cleaning a few things first.<br/><br/>Stella<br/><br/><br/>After she finished washing the few things in the kitchen she went on to clean her bathroom and sorting things to launder. She stripped her bed and put on the brightest, bohemian linens she had to cheer herself up. Suddenly she felt torn about having dinner with Anton. He was a great dinner companion, but she had started to crush on him and that was not alright. Stella vowed to accept George’s invite to dinner. He was kinda cute, soft spoken, and ... and...well, she’d find out. There also was an Indie Film festival an hours drive next weekend, she’d go there with Emma, the purple haired violinist, maybe meet some nice people.<br/><br/>When Stella had run out of things to do, almost forty minutes had passed since her text. She went to the bathroom and fixed her hair. She was wearing yoga pants - so cliche but hey, it was Saturday, and an ancient Old Navy top which had faded into near oblivion, but it was her Saturday t-shirt.<br/><br/>She headed downstairs after grabbing keys and phone, and knocked twice before opening the door, Tesla bounded towards her followed by Lics and for a moment things felt better. Tesla however was more into Lics than her and they scampered off soon enough. “Good morning, Anton.” She called out since she didn’t see him anywhere. “It’s just me.”