She couldn't help but let out another soft chuckle. "I think it might have been a meteor or something. And I don't really eat much candy so I wouldn't know," she said, shrugging her shoulders faintly. She hoped that he wasn't setting her up for some horrible tacky pick up line. She'd heard her definite share - and that was back in college. As far as her name went, she never really looked into what it meant. To her, it was just a name picked out by her parents in the height of their hippie lives.
Alright, she was a woman who was relatively shallow at times - so the foreign language thing was hot, even if it was only Spanish. "Can't say that I have, for either. My job has taken me to Cancun, though I didn't exactly party." Remembering the trip, she wished she had. She was all for "being there" for her clients but when they urged her to relocate because they were acting childish, or their significant other was.
Astrid smirked somewhat and rested her arms on the table, crossed a little, as she leaned forward to show she was engaged in the conversation. Though really, she had been at his introduction. "I like keeping people on their feet," she commented. "That's perfectly fine, I'm sure I'll cope" she added about her drink. Which, was brought over to her as quickly as possible without spilling it. She said a thank you before taking the drink and setting it to the side for the time being, she was far too busy enjoying the direct attention he was giving her.
"So what is it that you do, Dylan? I think it's safe for my to assume you don't work at the building I'm staying at.." She'd honestly be surprised if he answered yes, he didn't seem the type. But her question would hopefully open up a way to mention the journals.