Algorithm

Chapter 9

Sofie's POV:

"Sofie, can I ask you what the hell you're doing?" I heard Sascha question in a rather serious tone of voice, while I stood on a block of concrete overlooking the Phoenix See Lake. Held in between my hands my Polaroid camera, snapping away picture after picture of that ever so magnificent sight I had before me. "You haven't stopped taking pictures since we got here."

Removing the camera away from my face for a second I looked down at Sascha, raising only the one eyebrow of mine at him. "Well what did you really expect?" I commented. "I think it was pretty damn obvious, taking in you offered to show me some of the sights in Dortmund, that I was bound to take so many pictures. Don't you think?" I challenged, shrugging at him.

You see, away from my work and to myself, photography is a big part of my life. It is a hobby I ever so dearly love. And of course, being where we are now, is a perfect opportunity for it.

Upon response to my rather rhetorical question may I add, Sascha simply breathed out and shook his head. All in amusement of course. "Oh if I didn't love you, I'd so drag you away."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you do then." Winking at him, I giggled to myself, taking one last look at Sascha before holding my camera back up to face again. But in doing so and just a few moments after, I suddenly felt a pair of strong hands grab around my waist to put me down on the floor again. "Hey!" I chuckled playfully. "Put me down now Sascha, I'm busy!"

Gripping tightly onto my camera afraid of dropping it, the older man behind me was soon to put me back down onto ground level again. But only to receive a point from my direction. "I don't want that look, ok?" He laughed. "I just want you to stop taking picture for a second at the least so we can eat the sandwiches I made, to then go to your next surprise." He winked.

"Surprise?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him. "What surprise? This is new to me."

"Ahh my little cub." He stroked my cheek. "That will have to wait. But now, now the both of us will eat." So with that, I felt Sascha pull me onto his lap before getting out all of the many sandwiches he had packed for us. But I was quick to jump off his lap and take a seat next to him on the concrete, not liking this whole affectionate thing in public. "Oh Sofie, seriously?"

A loud and heavy sigh came from him as he turned over to look at me, sandwiches held just then on his lap. "What?" I questioned, acting innocent on what it was I had then just done.

"We've been together for quite a while now, hut still no public affection?"

I shook my head. "Quite right you are." I shrugged, getting my hand sanitiser out of my bag and rubbing it on my hands before I started eating. "I want my stay here in Dortmund to be professional, meaning no affection between us where anyone could ever possible see ok?"

"So what..." He paused with a rather large growing smirk upon his face. "Is it you don't mind getting down and dirty with me behind closed doors, eh?" Nudging me, whilst so full of lust.

"Oh you're disgusting." I shook my head, although deep down finding his words amusing.

And while biting down on my lower lip to keep my ever so desperate smirk from making an appearance, I grabbed one of the sandwiches from Sascha. Placing napkin after napkin then onto my lap, trying to discard the situation of crumbs falling. But, little did I know, Sascha in that moment was looking at me with a look of disbelief. "Will you ever got over this OCD?"

Looking up at him once taking a bite of my sandwich, I shot him a daggered. "I do not have OCD Sascha, ok?" I snapped, unknowingly. "I just don't like to mess, is there a problem?"