Stella was just removing the ravioli from the boiling water, having set them evenly between two plates. She clicked the stovetop for the water off before heading to the door to open it.
She smiled her crooked smile seeing the flowers he was holding along with the bottle of wine. "Aww!" she gushed, "How sweet! Come in!"
She moved out of the way to let him in before extending her hands to take the flowers and the wine with her to the kitchen. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said as she walked towards her kitchen. Her condo was beautiful and roomy, located on Beale Street. It was clear that she had, and came from, money...but she never bragged about it. She didn't want to be the reason people hung around, and she didn't want people to think that she lived off anything her parents gave her (although they had helped her quite a bit throughout her life). Her home style was clean, modern and crisp. White and black and grey were the color scheme...it was almost sterile looking. But that's how Stella liked things. Clean...orderly.
Once in the kitchen, Stella set down the bottle of wine and reached up into a cabinet to pull a vase down. Filling it with water before gently placing the floral arrangement into it.
"Thank you for the flowers," she finally broke any silence. "They're absolutely gorgeous. Hungry?" She looked up at him, finally taking him in for a moment. She was always bad at relationships. Especially when forming new ones. Stella never knew exactly how to act, or what to talk about sometimes. With Mason she found it especially hard, as she found herself somewhat nervous around him. She knew he still had a friendship with his ex-girlfriend...Jeri...who was becoming her friend. So, Stella wanted to remain guarded, but at the same time, she wanted to rescue Mason from whatever demons he was fighting with.