Quickly returning from his apartment, Anton resumed his previous sitting position as he continued his vigil for Stella.  With no idea as to when she’d show up, he had previously hurried downstairs for a handful of treats for the furry Space Station on the other side of the door.  He figured an hour of waiting should be sufficient.  If she didn’t show up by then, he would return to his unit and perhaps finish and send that text he had started.<br/><br/>Thunderous purring restarted as Anton reclaimed his spot by her door.  It would not surprise him if Tesla’s verbal vibrations somehow rattled the door, though amusingly, it did not.  Chicken-Flavored treats were on the menu for today, though he doubted the Maine Coon cared one way or the other what flavor he was soon to enjoy.  One-by-one, the morsels were slid under the door, and one-by-one, they were greedily gobbled up.  His purring seemed to increase in volume.  “That’s it, Tesla,” he informed the insatiable cat.  “I’m all out.”<br/><br/>Just as well, too, seeing as how Stella emerged from the stairwell.  Rising to greet her, Anton seemed to focus more on the boxes than on the woman who wielded them.  "Hello Anton," Stella said, "is everything OK?  Do you want to come in?"  Whether he heard her questions or not, the neighbor from downstairs asked queries of his own instead.  “So that’s it?  You’re just leaving without saying goodbye?”<br/><br/>Tesla’s purring was amplified during the temporary silence.