"I play at The Duke's on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays," she replied, "and of course I don't mind." She wondered if he would bring Magdalene, but doubted it. He wasn't tacky. She had seen Magdalene again one other time with the tall blond man but they had sat at the table farthest away and no contact was made between the two women. Stella didn't know what to make of it. By the way, she and the handsome man interacted it was clear they were intimate, but if and how that would affect Anton, she didn't know. She didn't want to him to be hurt, that was for sure, he deserved better than that. "You may get an earful over the next three days though, I need to add some songs to our repertoire, about five new ones over the next two weeks, and five to follow, so there'll be lots of practicing, and possibly a  lot of foot stomping, yelling and cursing." She laughed at his expression. "Please resist the urge to knock on the ceiling with your broom handle, the neighbor above me does that enough."<br/><br/>When the time came, Anton had the car brought to the front of the restaurant and she found herself soon ensconced in a luxurious, yet very sporty car with zoned heating. She was so cold, by now, a lot of it from being so cold and she gladly cranked up the heat on her side, listening to the music he had playing. "I don't recognize this, what is it?" she said finally beginning to thaw. She looked at his silhouette in the dark car, lit only by passing cars, street lights, and the dials from the dashboard. She was grateful for the ride, and had told him so. The hotel would surely have let her use the phone but she didn't feel comfortable with Uber drivers other than Gary, but she didn't want to bother him this late in the night, since Anton volunteered. She watched him as he expertly maneuvered through the still busy traffic, feeling very cozy and warm. She had taken her heels off again and had curled her legs to the side in the car. She wanted to stay in the car for hours more with Anton, and yet...the siren call of yoga pants and a t-shirt could hardly be ignored. She wondered if men too longed to get out of their formal clothes.