The meal was all the more enjoyable because it was shared with another person, reflected Stella as she buttered a piece of baguette with her favorite butter. He seemed to enjoy it too, but for a man it was perhaps not enough food?<br/><br/>“What do you do for a living, Anton” she asked as she served the moscato and vanilla poached pears along side a scoop of mascarpone. She enjoyed a spicy counterpoint and grated spicy chocolate over it before handing him his plate. She had nattered on about her job at the Symphony as well as her side jobs and was curious about him. At first glance she would have pegged him for the kind of dreamboat teacher all the girls and some boys dreamed about, but his apartment carried none of those telltale stacks of papers to be graded sitting everywhere.