Just like their stroll from the restaurant to the theatre was all too brief, so it was the other way around.  What else was to be expected?  It was the exact same distance either way.  Although Anton took note of the goosebumps on certain portions of Stella’s exposed skin, he voted against offering her his jacket.  He was well aware of women and their fashion sense, and he wasn’t about to cross that line with an offer of a man’s coat.  The twin facts of it matching her dress and keeping her warm did not factor into his decision.  It wasn’t a part of her original ensemble, nor would it be now.<br/><br/>Seated at a table (no booth this time), it was obvious how relieved she was to be indoors, where warmth was the order of the evening.  When it came right down to it, her stole could only do and cover so much.  As Stella had ordered it, a Tiramisu the size of South America was delivered for their enjoyment.  Anton was far more interested in a caffeine fix and its instant inner heat than dessert.  But he did accept her invitation to have some of the sweet treat.  A forkful of the delicacy was soon followed by a couple of sips of high-grade coffee.  As is the case with the eatery’s entrees, their desserts were just as delicious.<br/><br/>Instead of speaking, Anton made yummy noises for Stella to hear, his wordless way of saying,<i>This is awesome!  </i>There was absolutely no room for Tiramisu following their hearty meal.  But since a few hours had elapsed thanks to the play, there was now.  He highly doubted he would’ve been able to polish off the confection by himself, so the sharing was actually a good thing.  For some reason, he figured Stella agreed with this same view, since she did offer to share.<br/><br/>“Oh yeah, you’re welcome, Stella,” he said with a grin.  “I had a good time, too.  It’s been a while since I’ve, uh, been out on the town.”  Following another sampling of their indulgence, Anton piped up, “And don’t forget to tell me the name of that bar you’ve been performing at, not to mention the nights you’re on stage.”  After a wink, he continued, “I mean, you’ve seen my CD collection, so you know I love music.  And I’ve heard you sing and play, so yeah, I’d like to stop by, assuming you don’t mind, that is.”<br/><br/>Thankfully, the Star Destroyer-sized Tiramisu was just about history.  A silly grin showed up as he recalled her attempt at contacting Uber.  If her phone hadn’t died on her, he would’ve nixed the transaction anyway.  He was, after all, heading to the same destination as her.  During their drive home, he’d even let Stella crank up the heat to her heart’s content.