Dylan had never been any good at reading people. Most of the time he just didn't care. Reading emotions took too much time and effort, and Dylan usually wouldn't assist or console anyone, anyways. The only time other people really mattered was either when he needed/wanted something, or when they betrayed him. In both those situations, Dylan had never really needed to read them, but it might have helped if he was a better judge of character. Regardless, Dylan had set up a large enough friend base, and these days he was fairly happy with them.
As she accepted her invitation, Dylan couldn't help but get excited. What guy wouldn't be excited over a completely gorgeous girl coming back to their place? Only a homosexual, and Dylan was definitely not that. Eagerly standing, Dylan threw down some money to cover their tab, and did what he could to escort her out. He would be the talk of the tavern tonight, and Dylan decided to wink at the barflies before leaving. He certainly enjoyed taunting other people.
The walk to his house was short, and the temperature was comfortable. Dylan had to do what he could to stop himself from breaking out in a run. This was it, his big shot - she had accepted, which meant he could potentially have sex with her. Leading Astrid to the stairs, Dylan quickly made his way to the upstairs entrance, which he unlocked even quicker. Dylan was actually surprised his hands were working at this speed, but he wasn't going to dwell on it. Dylan opened the door, and allowed Astrid to enter. "This is my... home," Dylan said, extremely thankful he had cleaned up before leaving earlier. It wasn't anything special, but at least there wasn't junk lying around. His apartment told any onlooker he didn't have that much money, but that he was comfortable.
Going into the kitchen, Dylan grabbed the journal and brought it out. It was a dark navy colour, with silver embroidered lettering. Dylan was strongly hoping that Astrid would quickly become bored of it.