It had been a long day. An unpleasantly long day, at that. Rehearsal had not gone well, and she could tell that the conductor wasn't happy with her.<br/><br/>"McIntosh," he had scowled at her over his half moon glasses, "you are being uncharacteristically off tempo, too much partying last night?"<br/><br/>She had eaten half a salad at lunch but realized that she wasn't particularly hungry. Every time Anton encroached on her thoughts, she pushed him aside, but it wasn't easy. Dammit, why couldn't she be better at flirting, and yet, thank goodness she wasn't, he just wasn't into her.<br/><br/><i>long painted fingernails, raking over a sculpted back....</i><br/><br/>"Hey lady, watch where you're going?"  The yelled comment and the screeching of tires shook her out of her reverie and she realized that  she had almost walked in front of a bicyclist.<br/><br/>For gods sake.... thought Stella, this is ridiculous.<br/><br/>"She shook her head, and said "sorry, woolgathering." She smiled ruefully at him and moved away from the curb.<br/><br/>"Wool what?..." The man shook his head and pedaled off.<br/><br/>It was seven in the evening when she got back to the apartment complex. She noticed that the light in Anton's was on, so he was at home, or had been at some point, and left the light on. OK. Was Magdalene with him? Her heart began to beat faster, but she hurried up the stairs, she wasn't prepared to meet him. What would she say to him?