The rumble of thunder had Stella tucking herself closer to Calvin in search of comfort, a glance down at Delta showed her relaxed and slowly blinking as if falling asleep. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the rain pouring outside, not because she disliked it but because LA residents seem to become stupider when any change in climate happened. 

The question had her blinking in genuine surprise, eyelashes fluttering unconsciously before she exhaled softly. "Fashion and Retail." She replied with a slight wave of her hand, gesturing down to her attire before lifting her glass up to her lips. Here at least she wasn't fully lying, her father wanted to help expand her mother's fashion store, small in Russia but growing in popularity. He himself doesn't mind handling the business aspect so she can focus on a dream she's had since childhood, his own dream of owning a clinic as a Pediatrician on hold due to a recent rather large surgery. 

His almost nonchalance about what he does, has her frowning with a tilt of her head. Her parents loved their jobs, even her siblings despite their complaints and grumbling wouldn't change their careers unless they absolutely had to. She herself had clawed her way up a ladder filled with egotistical men who didn't believe a woman could be an investigator, she didn't quite understand. "How can you not be?" She asked with a brow arching up, mouth smoothing out as she watched the man before her. "How can you not be impassioned by the things you do?" Her glass is set down, head still tilted at him. Maybe it was an American thing? To choose so many different jobs and not care for them? Odd. 

The arrival of their waiter had her glancing down at the menu she'd forgotten about, eyes flicking over each item until she settled on something somewhat familiar. Ordering a Cassoulet with a smile she focused on her companion once more, rain continuing to pour restlessnessly outside.

It felt odd to sit here with someone, with a stranger who didn't know what her actual job was of who she really was. Not that anyone here in LA really did, except her siblings and Director D'Angelo. And here she was building another lie that she had to keep closely guarded, much like her heart and wayward mind that liked to fixate on things until it consumed her completely.

She needed a drink. Maybe two. 

"Tell me, what does someone with so much on his plate do to unwind?" She asks after taking a sip of her tea, legs crossing under the table as she settled in more comfortably. Though she was nonchalant towards him and wasn't too fond of his aggressive flirting, she had time to kill and with the rain outside continuing she didn't quite want to walk home just yet. 

A series of quick vibrations came from inside her bag, muffled but easy to feel where it sat against her knees.