The cats content with their treat and dishes placed in the dishwasher  and washing up complete, Stella and Anton sat on the window seat chatting late into the evening. She shared with him stories of her childhood, and how she was the weird kid for loving classical music even in middle school. Her first paying  gig had been playing classical and broadway tunes in a local restaurant as a fifteen year old, and things sort of went from there. Her mom did her best raising her and her little brother after her father died in the car crash and when she announced that she would be going to study music her mother was not impressed. Arguments ranged mostly around money, understandably so since it's kind of hard to do without. Her mother had this image of starving artist in mind, but somehow Stella managed, although paying off the studentloans had been made a lot easier by the share of her dad's life insurance money which she got when she turned eighteen. She still had more to pay off but that seemed to be the fate of everyone who went to college even for stuff like lawyering, not just starving artists.<br/><br/>Stella felt at ease sitting with Anton and chatting with him. She had drawn up her legs and unselfconsciously sat with her legs folded under her next to him. Her feelings of inadequacy next to this gorgeous male model was forgotten for the time being after their shared melt down over his nuclear shrimp. It was late when a clock chimed in his apartment and she suddenly realized the time.<br/><br/>"Oh goodness, I am so sorry, I had no idea what time it was," she exclaimed and jumped off his window seat. Tesla and Licorice lay in a tangle of legs and tails on a comfortable chair in the living room, and she wondered if she could ask Anton to carry her cat upstairs for her since she had the basket.<br/><br/>With a nod towards the sleeping cats she said "Anton, do you think you could..."