<i>Don't blush-don't blush-don't blush-don't blu....</i><br/>'you're totally red, you know,' said the oh so clueless angel on her left shoulder, which made Stella grab her cup of coffee and promptly embarrass herself by drinking too quickly and choking. She reached for the napkin just in time.<br/><br/>If a conveniently large hole could just open up in the floor now, she'd be much obliged. Of course, no such hole opened. Zip. Nada. The hole stayed conspicuously absent, and she had, once again, made a fool of herself, even though it had appeared he might have been trying to compliment her? He had noticed her figure! Oh my, even though she wasn't a bombshell like the Mag. She felt terribly self conscious all of a sudden. Should she lose more weight, gain more weight? Firm up some? While she did some lame ass yoga in her apartment, and ran a few miles a week.... Oh who was she kidding, she hadn't gone for a run in weeks! Had he noticed that too? Oh nooooooo.... oh dear.....<br/><br/>"Just down the wrong pipe... I'm good," she gasped, and then looking at his expression and realizing the sheer and utter absurdity of this whole thing she began to get the giggles.<br/><br/>'oh no,' said the devil, wearing a five alarm red body suit, which looked totally hot on her, 'you know you get this little snort, when you get the fits, please don't get the snorts, it'll ruin everything....,' and that of course... didn't help one bit.<br/><br/>Thank goodness for waterproof mascara.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," hiccupped Stella finally, looking at Anton through watery eyes.<br/><br/>"This whole dating / get to know each other thing, is just so hard. And now.... now you heard my snort." She reached for a blueberry scone and had a bite, although like him, she still had rice on her plate.<br/><br/>"Oh goodness," she mumbled past the delicious mouthful, "these are so perfect with this rice."