Stella noticed that she and Anton had, under their breath, both sung along to the song, even while watching the cats. The thing with the clocks was so cool and she told him that, “very cool sound system,” she said impressed.<br/><br/>“Does my music bother you too much? I don’t always look at the clock when I’m playing.” She looked at him and noticed a curious expression run over his face. Did he hate it and had been considerate all this time? She couldn’t afford to rent a house. “If I bother you, I’ll give you my number and you can just call me and tell me to knock it off” she supplemented helpfully. She looked around and noticed how incredibly neat lay his apartment was. Books and CDs were everywhere but neat and clean, dust free. She started to feel a bit like a slob.