Stella bit her lower lip to keep herself from dissolving. The way he was looking down on her made her feel unsteady and unsure. At least he hadn't laughed at her, or mocked her. And he had said that Magdalene was not moving in... they hadn't even talked about it. But that didn't mean that she was not in the picture. Not trusting her voice anymore she nodded and picked up her bags heading for her door. Her hand was shaking so badly with nerves it took her several tries, the sounds made Tesla frantic and he redoubled his efforts and meowed loudly. She went in first, blocking Tesla from making a bee-line out the door and waited until Anton had come in and closed the door. She put her handbag on the table, and the other bags as well but didn't turn around, didn't know how to face him. Her heart was beating so loudly, she wondered if he could hear it too, this was it, wasn't it.<br/><br/><i>“I’m wondering if we have anything to talk about.”</i><br/><br/>He was probably going to tell her he wasn't interested, she had been such and idiot for revealing herself like that. Why was she so stupid? He and Magdalene would probably have a nice little chuckle about it this evening.  Gauche little redhead geek has crush on her neighbor, pathetic, who does she even think she is?<br/><br/>Stella felt too paralyzed to move, he wanted to talk about what she had said to him, but she felt fresh out of words, and so she stood there, her shoulders bunched at what was to come, feeling sick to her stomach, and utterly ridiculous. Why had she listened to  them? What a fool she was.