The next half hour was spent chatting amicably about this and that, while Tesla, not to be outdone by his girlfriend, came to collect his due - repeatedly.  Stella insisted on cleaning up with Anton, and they enjoyed another cup of coffee on the window seat after, while watching two energized kitties play struggle until Tesla pinned her down and began grooming her with a purr so loud they could hear it from where they sat. Stella let them enjoy their cuddle but eventually she looked at her wristwatch and announced that while she wished she had all day she had chores to tend to, and took her leave.  Tesla didn't budge and she just laughed and left, knowing Anton was fine with her lion sized kitty staying and loving on his paramour, although the came happily enough when she came by late afternoon and jingled his leash, the lure of outside was too great. Lics looked whistful, and she wondered if Anton might let her train Lics to accept the leash too. She imagined Tesla swaggering about with Licorice at his side, showing her all the best spots he had discovered outside.<br/><br/>The next few days went by quietly, and gave her time to think about those two days.  She made  breakfast for him a few times, and left a bag hanging on his door as she left the building to go to work. It was just as easy to make breakfast for two as one, and decidedly more fun, and there was an added benefit, it encouraged her to eat healthier. She wondered what he thought of the veggie sandwich, and if he snuck some bacon on it, that man certainly loved meat.<br/><br/>Stella felt he liked her well enough, and that kiss, well, she kept coming back to that kiss. Had it meant anything? It was hard work to keep her heart from seizing on it and running away with it, but she reminded herself that it might easily mean nothing much at all. She hadn't seen Magdalen around, but that didn't mean much, she was not as much at home as usually.<br/><br/>She did at some point send him two tickets to a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DyvUlOezxsxE&amp;hash=d31dab49b77e9852fe3b5bfdcd0f5d26" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvUlOezxsxE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">concert</a>her symphony performed in a week's time. She had debated putting only one ticket but somehow that had felt odd and so she placed  two in the little envelope she had tucked in with some morning glory muffins she had baked for them. She hoped sort of that after the concert they could get a bite to eat, well, that was if he came along. How would she feel if he had Mags there, though? She had battled with that thought, and then made her decision. If he brought Mags she would accept that and take that as her cue to exit stage left. She felt at peace with that. At some point he had to make a decision, and she wasn't going to put her life on hold for ever. Nor should Mags. None of them should. It was time for her to grow up and live with her decisions.