<span style="font-family:Bilbo Swash Caps">(I should mention that Stella has mental conversation via her personal angel and devil which regularly appear on her shoulders. It  should be noted that the angel has an identify crisis and is lately given to wearing hooker red nail polish and black fishnet stockings.)</span><br/><br/>Tesla barreled past Anton with nary a glance and immediately began loving on the woman of his dreams. Stella giggled when she noticed that Anton had remembered to stay out of the way.<br/><br/>"Anton, why..." she teased with a friendly grin "you do clean up rather nicely. One could almost tell that you live the rough life of a model." He looked rather handsome in his black slacks and red Henley. Before she had considered what she was doing she rose up and gave him a short peck on the cheek before heading further in with the basket.<br/><br/>'Smooth going' whispered the angel who had tarted up with fishnet stockings and deep red lipstick.<br/><br/>That was of course when Stella's attempt at being cool and sexy, not to mention confident, went out the window and she blushed an impressive scarlet.<br/><br/>"Let me assemble the salad while you pour me a glass of wine." she replied to him. "The aroma wafting through the building is nothing short of phenomenal." It was true, whatever Anton had cooked smelled mouthwatering, and the opportunity to share another meal with him was something that made her very happy. He had set a simple but beautiful table  and she looked forward to the evening. " What did you cook?"<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye, she saw Lics jump up on the cat tower with her Tesla not far behind. She had never before seen two cats so in love with each other, they were playful like kittens, these two. Stella looked up at Anton and saw that he was watching the two as well with a smile on his face. This feline love affair was beginning to be a problem, but if it meant that she got to hang out with Anton more because of it, she gave it her blessings.