Latte in hand Stella looked thoughtfully at Anton over the rim of her cup as she took a sip from the rich, thick brew. They had walked arm in arm to the Capitol Grille and Stella was glad to be inside, she was feeling quite cold by now. She had wrapped her stole around her and that had helped some. Oh the joys of being fashionable, or trying to be at any rate. She had ordered a Tiramisu and offered to share, it was far to big for her anyway, and definitely too calorific.  Stella surreptitiously kicked off her shoes underneath the table. Thank goodness for tablecloths, she thought and rubbed her left foot with the right and then reversed and did the same to the other foot. Tomorrow she was going to go braless and shoe-less and stay in yoga pants and sweatshirt all freaking day long. She had enjoyed looking pretty, and again noticed women looking at Anton as they walked past. Who could blame them, he was quite handsome. But more than handsome he was a genuinely nice person, but Stella found herself looking forward to the safety and solitude of her apartment. She had just begun to not think about Anton any more, or at least not as often and didn't want to go there again. She suddenly felt vulnerable to her own feelings again and didn't like it one bit. At this moment she both wanted this evening to never end and wanted to go back to keeping herself so busy that she was hardly at home and hardly had time to think especially about Anton. Why had he invited her, she wondered, to what end? Was that from pity? She wanted to know if he was dating Magdalene but felt she had no right to, after all this wasn't dating, this was just dinner and a show. Wasn't it? The more she thought about it the more confused and unsettled she began to feel.<br/><br/><i>'Stop being so damn suspicious and enjoy the damned evening,'</i>said the devil on her shoulder, rather resplendent in a red gown, the angel was wearing a suit?<i>What the....?</i><br/><br/>"I really enjoyed this evening, thank you," she said and smiled at Anton. Around them the post theater crowd had filled the grille and waiters were busily walking around with trays and taking orders. "It seems we're not the only ones with a good idea." She took her cake fork and scooped up some of the dessert, feeling rather sinful for eating it and resolving for doing a raw veggies only fast over the weekend.