On her way to work the next morning Stella hung a bag with a breakfast sandwich on his door and kept going after she rang the bell. She hoped Anton would like it, it was after all her personal favorite. A piece of toasted baguette with prosciutto, spinach, an egg white omelet and a brie on top.<br/><br/>Later that day, at lunch with colleagues she found herself thinking about him, as much as she tried to dismiss those thoughts from her mind. The darned angel and devil on her shoulders were of no help with the angel still insisting that looking for his underwear ads was merely supporting the advertising industry which would in turn ensure his continuing employment.<br/><br/>The rest of the week was an unchanging routine of waking up, stumbling over the cat, breakfast, work, and teaching uninterested students Cello because their moms had seen Yo-Yo Ma. Of course they were sure their kids could be at least as good, while making excuses why their adorable tousle haired darlings really didn't have time to practice as much as they needed to because of soccer, softball, swimming, ballet, oh and ceramic class.<br/><br/>By the time Friday evening had rolled around Stella had seen it all, heard it all, and was close to quitting, the teaching gig, maybe posing naked in an art class was less frustrating, or walking dogs for that matter.<br/><br/>"Mreoowww" said Tesla at the door as soon as she had stepped in. "What not even a hello for me?" she asked. "You'll see her tomorrow, I think," said Stella hanging up her jacket and putting her shoes away.<br/><br/>"Mreooooowwwww" insisted the large cat, redoubling his efforts, he wanted out now.<br/><br/>Not in a mood to argue, Stella opened the door and let him out. A flash of brown and grey fur was all she saw before she was gone. "Young love," she sighed and closed the door and headed to the kitchen for a cup of tea.