Breakfast on its way to being digested, Anton wasn’t surprised that Stella hung around long enough to assist with cleanup.  Her help always made the chore fly by, as two were far better than one.  They enjoyed a final cup of coffee on the window seat, which turned out to be a super-duper bonus.  Neither neighbor could recall the last time the coveted seat wasn’t under kitty jurisdiction.<br/><br/>With chores of her own to tackle, Stella left for her space while also leaving Tesla behind.  Apparently, the Maine Coon counted two apartments as “home.”  Though he did get his bounce back when his owner returned later in the day with a jingling leash.  The lure of the outdoors was too great, even with Licorice temptingly close by.<br/><br/>Stella treated him to a few breakfasts in the passing days, with her famed veggie sandwich hanging on his door, like the day he had that out-of-town photo shoot to attend.  Not only did he thank her for the sandwich, but he also assured her that he ate it as is.  Anton briefly considered adding various meats but decided against it.  Logic said that if she wished for meat to be in the sandwich, then meat would’ve been placed in the veggie treat.  And he had to admit that it wasn’t all that bad, even with the absence of any animal protein.<br/><br/>Apparently, she enjoyed dabbling in covert ops, as she left bags of edible treats on his door.  The latest contained what she called morning glory muffins with an accompanying envelope.  A mild frown of curiosity creased his face while retrieving the envelope’s contents.  Two tickets to a symphonic performance of hers.  His first thought was of Evangeline and how this was right up her alley of musical enjoyment.  Anton then dismissed the second ticket, thinking he’d go alone, though he never threw it away.  Of course, he thanked her for those surprises, too.<br/><br/>The day before the show, his weekly visit to his modelling agency’s office changed his line of thinking about attending her concert solo.  During the day of Stella’s symphony performance did it finally dawn on him to let her know he’d be bringing a “date.”  iPhone in hand, Anton solo-fingered a message to his upstairs neighbor.<br/><br/><i>Hello Stella,<br/>
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Thought you should know that I’ll be with someone at your concert.  Her name’s Chloe and she’s the receptionist at the modelling agency.  She’s had a rough week, first and foremost her boyfriend dumped her.  Via text, the *^&amp;#%$@ coward!  I thought she could use some cheering up, as she likes music, too.</i><br/><br/><i>And unless you already have plans after the show to hang out with your musician friends, maybe we can grab a bite to eat.</i><br/><br/><i>See you tonight,</i><br/><br/><i>A</i><br/><br/>There, that was a fair enough warning.  SEND was then tapped.