Your life was a mess, you were fired from yet another job, and now you were traveling to Spain to apply for an assistant position.

Crying in your plane seat while talking to your mother about your disastrous life, the flight attendant charitably offered you the vacant seat in first class.

And there you were, drinking champagne next to a stranger, a super attractive stranger. Turbulence, a lot of turbulence, you panicked, you would die on the plane with a stranger.

“No, no, I didn't get a tattoo, I didn't bungee jump, I didn't see snow, my boyfriend is horrible, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm and…” and then you continued with the extensive list, until the plane lands.

You were so embarrassed, so embarrassed, but super grateful that you would never have to see that man again.

Until the next morning, where sitting in the office of the company you were going to do a job interview, he passed by.

"Good morning! I am Carlos Sainz and I will conduct your interviews for my assistant.” he said and you despaired, the vacancy would be for his assistant. Shit!