"So, Caden, why do you want to work as a model?" He took out a pen, probably to write down small details that the girl said. "Well I can't really say I wanted to be one ever since I was younger," she started, "but I'm interested. I want to show who I am and have fun doing it, the opportunity came and I took it without hesitation."
The man nodded and wrote down a small sentence. Caden's hands were sweating and she was constantly wiping it on her legs. "That means you never took fashion modeling courses or something related right?"
"Yes, I graduated high school and went over to college with a scholarship for the soccer team. I'm studying science at Georgetown as of right now," Caden took the cup with ice cold water, "and look, I know this may sound bad but I don't want to give up soccer or the major, but I am open to have a busy schedule and dealing with modeling."
"And what about time to study?" Caden placed the cup down. "I do have a lot of free time during the day, I normally do nothing so I can put my homework and study time in there."
"The next question may kind of sound weird because we asked you to come here but, why do you think you are fit to be a model? Obviously we see a lot of potential in you, but I want to know your point of view." Caden fiddled with her hands. "I just really like the idea of getting out of my comfort zone, I'm not exactly what you would call a confident person but I really do think that this experience will boost my confidence."
"Nice! I find you very brave for willingly doing this, you could have just not come but you did, and I'm glad," he sent her a calm smile to calm her nerves, "how good are you in social aspects? Are you good talking with people? Friendly?"
"I do have a bit of anxiety so I can be kind of shy but I'm not a rude or disrespectful person. I talk to everyone with a big smile on my face." The man wrote something again. "And how open are you to clients' requirements?" Caden's legs were moving up and down from under the table, her hands moving along. "Unless it's traveling around the world, because I wouldn't have the time for that, then everything."
"Ok, there are a few questions left," she nodded, "tell me about your eating habits, healthy? Are you on a diet?" Caden took out her phone and chose a picture with a list. "When soccer starts, I cut out foods listed here most of the time. Sometimes I do eat junk food or fast food but I do try to stay healthy as well. I don't have a specific diet because I also have to exercise a lot, this includes running, gym and obviously soccer games."
"Great, one less thing to worry about. Now last question, do you have any limitations? Certain types of clothing?" Caden shook her head. "I can wear whatever."
"Then our interview is done, let me tell you what I personally think," he took out all the papers that he used to write notes and observations, "I can't offer you a full model experience, because obviously you can't go around traveling, but I offer you this," one of the papers in his hand was presented to Caden, "you'll start in September and you'll be going when needed to a studio we have in D.C for photoshoots for companies. I can't pay you as much as the other models but money is guaranteed."
"I like it." Caden smiled at the man, who gave her yet another paper. "This is the contract, signing this you'll officially be a part of our crew and also won't allow you to travel around. We do this so companies know beforehand." Caden received a pen and signed where she had to, neat and perfect.
"Thank you so much Caden, can't wait to see what you do," they shook hands, "and the next time we see each other you tell me all about how college and soccer are doing, alright?"
"Promise." That was the last thing she said to the man before closing the door. She said goodbye to the girl working at the desk and ventured over to the bathroom, where she sat and stared at the wall in disbelief.
