Stella called the Super the next morning and said she’d renew her lease for another 3 months if possible. He agreed readily enough even though he did sound a little annoyed.<br/><br/>After the awkward moments drinking tea and Anton trying to be polite they had parted ways amiably enough. Stella felt it was a mistake to stay, but she had agreed to staying for a little while longer. At night she lay awake in bed for a long time, mulling over every nuance of Anton’s words and expression, his body language. It had been uncomfortable, guarded and was screaming ‘I don’t want to be here!’ Three months would give her more time to decide on another apartment and maybe search for another job in another state. Stella decided to take him at his word but didn’t expect anything to come of it. She had been a fool both by falling for him and then telling him.<br/><br/>She would let him decide if he really wanted to follow through. If he wanted to hang out with her, he knew where to find her. She would need to let this decision be entirely his, she would not reach out again, would not do anything that could be construed as pressuring him, bad enough she told him. If he was not interested he need not do anything, no pressure to agree to any suggestions from her.<br/><br/>Later that day she received a call with the job opening she had wanted so she could stop teaching cello to little brats. It was an offer to play jazz at an upscale, local bar three nights a week from five until ten, on good days until eleven with extra pay, of course. Friday, Saturday and Wednesdays with considerably better pay than the music school gig. She agreed to come visit the bar this evening band play for a few hours to get a feel for the place and for the owner to get a feel for her style. Stella was thrilled, this was a good opportunity and she’d not be home until late three nights a week. She went home on her lunch break and picked up a cocktail dress and comfortable pumps with a two inch heel and her make up bag. She needed to make a good impression.