It was so odd to leave Tesla at Anton’s. But the cat hadn’t even looked at her.<br/><br/>Traitor!<br/><br/><i>I hope he eats ALL your cat food, Lics, you stole my Tesla. Well, no fat cat waking me up tomorrow morning clamoring for food. I get to sleep in!</i><br/><br/>After Stella had said goodnight to Anton, not before looking at his ass again and blushing furiously, she walked up and stepped into an empty apartment.<br/><br/>She poured herself a generous glass of wine and sat at the piano by candle light.<br/><br/>Music from Nora Jones was always spot on.<br/><br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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</div><br/>Especially tonight, gods! What had possessed her to look at Anton’s pictures? He was crazy hot, great company, a great cat daddy and she? Well she was crushing on him like a school girl. It was disgusting.<br/><br/>And now her cat liked it better at his place than hers.<br/><br/>She pulled out the pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Yeah. It was that kindaday.