There's a notable shift in her mood when he speaks Spanish. His smile helped enough before, but his Spanish puts her far more at ease. She didn't think she'd meet many people who could speak Spanish. Not that English was difficult for her. There were enough English-speaking people in Consuegra that she picked it up, but Barcelona had been the real test of English that had helped her hone it more. So many tourists and immigrants there, most natives spoke English first as well.

"Encantada!" She exclaimed, but slipped back into English.

"I did. Jillian Andrews," she offered the name hoping he recognized it and she wasn't crazy or in the wrong place or had been told something wrong entirely. "Sent me here. I haven't even been inside yet." She glanced at the house, unable to keep a bit of the awe and nerves out of her voice at being in such a nice place.