She nodded at his preference of Orange County over Alaska. Alexandria understood an aversion to winter, to some extent. Philadelphia had significantly milder winters than Alaska, by all reports, but that wasn't saying much. Though there were things she'd liked about the Northeast much more than California, the weather had been part of the draw back home. She supposed that was the thing with romanticism - there was always a sharp point of reality to bring things back.
A small but sincere smile emerged when he described his musical preferences and habits. She, too, found music enhanced her productivity, particularly when she was on a roll. But academic writing and research was hardly as exciting as painting, certainly.
"Well, to play, I prefer classical, though I've been branching out into more modern things. For just listening, I guess synth would be what it's called? I'm not sure. My friend, Adam -" she barely skipped a beat at that inadequate description -"introduces me to a lot of things, and we go to shows together, so I end up listening to a lot of darkwave, I guess is the genre, but also some harder things."
Her cheeks flushed again, not sure when she'd started yammering so much. She supposed something about Joaquin had made her feel comfortable, but now she'd said too much. "You should meet him. He's much better with people than I am," she laughed awkwardly.