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Watching the gorgeous architecture of the city blur (and largely unimpressed by it), the cab maneuvered through winding streets and heavy traffic. Although the ride seemed to last forever, the driver didn’t feel the need to fill the compact car with conversation, which suited Sterling just fine. As plain white car slowed to a stop in front of the vast building; “That will be 32 Euros, mademoiselle,” informed the balding driver.
Digging through her oversized, overstuffed bag, Sterling successfully located her wallet among the debri. She nodded toward the man as she handed him the fare, scowling over the loss. She would need to convert more dollars into euros at this rate. Pulling herself out of the cab while lugging a carpetbag, purse, and pillow, Sterling was silently relieved that the driver was kind enough to unload her eyesore suitcase and giant portfolio. So relieved that she bothered with a “Merci” toward the driver. Situating her luggage, she entered the modern, air-conditioned building and found her way to the elevators.
Waiting for the elevator to reach her floor, Sterling located the package ENBSA had sent with all the necessary information and room key. Slipping the key into her pocket and rereading the slip of paper with the suite number and room location, she felt confident in surviving the last step of travel.
Dragging the deadweight of all her worldly possessions, Sterling fumbled with the key, cursing quite loudly, until the door clicked open. Not giving much of a fuck about the apartment’s furnishings and layout, she briskly advanced into the suite, pushing the door closed with her foot. Sterling ignored the blonde who was getting cozy with the couch, in favor of dragging her shit up spiral staircase. “Motherfucking shit fuckers, who designed dumbass, two story suites,” she muttered harshly as her suitcase wheels banged against each step.
The ordeal was soon over, and she was out of breath. Sterling ought to exercise more, but she loved herself too much to put herself through the pain of working out. Reaching the right-most room, Sterling dropped her portfolio and floral carpetbag onto the ground against the wall. She was more gentle with placing her purse on top of her suitcase and pillow. Stomping into her new room, Sterling faced a tall ginger. She gave him and the room a perfunctory once-over before leaving. First impression-wise, she didn’t like him. He looked snobbish and pretentious. The room, however, suited her (the plants were a nice touch). Although Sterling was used to sharing a room with two other boys, so she knew how to work with small spaces.
“Mierda.”
Swinging open the door again, Sterling hauled in all her crap. Decidedly ignoring the confused roommate to situate her luggage on the bed as a staging point for unpacking.