THE COOL BREEZE hits Ariel Saldaña's face as she exited through the doors of the airport. Never would she ever imagine, in her twenty-three years on this earth, that she would ever be able to get an opportunity like this. Her body is filled with glee.
The trip wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Suffering from jetlag, all she wanted to do at that moment was to take a very nice, relaxing bath. But first, she wanted to see who her roommate was going to be.
One of her directors, Jorge Rodrigues, was a co-founder for Onescontent. The fact that he has made a name for himself and has actually worked with quite a few players, who always seem to have had a positive experience with him. She respects his work ethic. Mind you, they are a smaller company compared to bigger ones.
That was one of the reasons why she primarily chose Onescontent as her ideal to show her portfolio. The fact that he was able to work his company from the ground up, and also the fact that she respected his ideals on the art of photography. Oh. And the fact that he worked with Rodygo in the past countless times. But she would never admit it to anybody.
Before she made the move to Madrid, she had a conversation with Jorge over the phone about what were nice places to live in Madrid that didn't cost an arm and a leg. She seemed to have trouble knowing that the rent for a lot of these apartments in the inner city cost a fortune and figured if he knew someone who was in need of a roommate.
"I actually have an associate that's in the same predicament as you. I found an apartment about 15 mins away from Bernabeu. The rent is not expensive and very clean overall. Her name is Zahra. Moroccan. I think you would love to meet her. Very outgoing and is around the same age as you. Here's her number. +34 xxx-xxx-xxx"
Everything worked out so far with Zahra. She was a former hijabi who was pursuing her masters in Forensic Science. Quite driven, and also having a love for photography; she automatically knew she would be a fun person to be around already. They did Zoom calls. Conversations over Whatsapp. Sending pen letters. Even though the way they were meeting was alil bit unorthodox as they never met in person yet, she had faith in God that everything would work out with Zahra.
She figured she would text her now as she was ready to get to her apartment and meet her new roommate. To at least take a nap. Badly.
