Getting to the airport Chachi saw someone holding a sigh with her actual name of Claudia Gonzales-Torres on it. She shook his hand and smiled before asking him to help her with her many bags. As they made their way to the sleek black car waiting for her, she put the bags she was holding in the large trunk beore slipping in the back. When they started to drive off Chachi aybe got a little excited to be in New York. She never got the chance to come just to come and have fun it was always did with work. She looked as her window as they pulled up to an amazing apartment that stood out to her. It was so tall, of all the years in her life she has stayed in hotels, large houses, and her tiny house in Spain, but never an apartment. This would be interesting. The driver opened the door for her as she smiled and handed him a tip. She always tipped people who helped her no matter what they did for her. "Thank you, sir and can you help me bring my bags to the door? Por favor?" She had a sweet smile on her face as he sighed, knowing he couldn't say no to her when she rolled her R's. He nodded as he helped her with her bags up the steps. She knocked on the door and waited for a older looking woman opened the door with a smile. "Hello, ma'am. I'm here for the trip--I mean you probably already know that but, um, would it be possible if someone could maybe, possibly help me with my luggage? Please?" The woman just smiled and let her in, looking up at her. "Of course, Miss. Gonzales. We will take care of your.....luggage." She said looking at her bags behind her.
Chachi chuckled nervously before clearing her throat and walking farther inside. "I may just look around, no?" She had a raised eyebrow as she looked around the foyer and the three different bedroom doors. "Make yourself at home, a few others are already here." Chachi couldn't help but smile. She was excited not to be the frist person there. "Great thank you very much, I'll go meet them then." She said pointing to the nearest living area, where she was guessing they were. She fixed her hair and looked at her outfit in one of the mirrors. Knowing frist impressions were important and she hated having people who didn't like her, since she'd be living with them for a while. She smiled as she looked in her bag for some of her favorite lip gloss that smelled.... and tasted like rasberry. Don't judge, she learned how it tasted on the plane when she was hungry but didn't want to bother anyone. She put it back in her bag as she walked into the room with her hair in her face. "Hi, My name's Claudia but you can call me Chachi if you don't m--" When she looked up, who did she see on the couch? James? James Mile, what are you doing here?!" What can she say? She hadn't seen him in at least a year or so and here he was right in front of her. She was angry, she had pented up anger that she may or may not have let out into her music in a sweet way but, she still had a lot. She looked next to her to see a guy who was just as shocked as she was and a woman who looked just a bit older than her. Yet, her eyes kept returning to James.