Already backing away slowly, Anton politely replied, "I'm good, but I do thank you for your offer of your world famous sandwich, Stella. Perhaps a rain check?" Her thin t-shirt wasn't that thin, was it? he thought. Turning to leave, he stopped and glanced back at her. "I must say, your Tesla is a very cool kitty-dude. And Licorice seems to like him, too. I found him napping on our bench, so you know, by the window."<br/><br/>"You have a good day," he said, nearing the stairwell for what seemed like, what, the eighty-eighth time or something?