Algorithm

Chapter 10

"Hey don't look at me." Rob held his hands up. "I'm too big to fit back there and well, Marco's the one driving. So that leaves you." I nodded and silently gestured for the smaller German to make his way into my car. There was a protest from him but not made up of words, just disbelieving sounds, before he scoffed and defeated, got into the back of my Aston, mumbling away to himself.

Robin smirked at me and got in the passenger seat. I chuckled and got into the car myself, and could still hear the little ones muttering from the back seat. "Ouch Rob, why the fuck did you put the seat back?!" Marcel moaned petulantly, Robin stayed silent and just stared at his friend through the car mirror. "Stop doing it on purpose to squash me, I'm not small." Marcel kept protesting.

However his protests went unanswered as I began the engine and turned on the radio, drowning out the sound of his whining.

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When we arrived at the restaurant, it was more than full and trying to find Sascha in a sea of people was proving more difficult than the three of us had anticipated. It didn't help that the casino was only upstairs and most people were either coming or going in that direction. Also, we had the slight problem of a very difficult host who was reluctant to let us in because of Marcel's shoes - they were trainers. This only made the smaller German even more annoyed than he already was.

We sat with Sascha soon after, although found him alone at the table, on his phone. Before I had the chance to ask why he was a lone, Marcel blurted out. "What the hell's the matter with my footwear? They're smart casual high tops."

I rolled my eyes, Sascha giving a confused glance while Marcel still bickered on about how he'd never leave the house looking a mess and if the host thought that he was a mess well at least he wasn't wearing a ridiculous suit.

I shook my head. "Leave it." I muttered to Sascha whole immediately dropped the situation, leaving Marcel to himself, which was probably the best idea. When Marcel was irate, he was irate. "Anyway," I cleared my throat. "Where's Frederiksen?" Asking as Sascha was alone at the table as we arrived.

"Ah, Frederiksen just went to freshen up," Sascha started before glancing over my shoulder. "Here she is now." He smiled and go to his feet.

"She?" I frowned and turned to see who he was standing for. Sascha saying she had thrown me off, us all off really but when the sight of a brunette in a olive coloured maxi dress started walking towards us with a smile to her painted nude lips.

"Who the hell is she?" Marcel muttered as we all stood up to. "I thought Frederiksen was a guy?" Glancing up from his phone before shoving it in his pocket.

I shrugged. "Well, looks like he's a she." Robin added before I could do so.

The brunette stopped just in front of the table and smile. "Oh, I didn't think you'd be here this soon." She announced upon stopping short of our table.

"Marco, guys, this is Sofie Frederiksen; the digital software engineer." Sascha said and proudly presented the beautiful woman in front of us.

"Well it's just digital engineer but you know." Sofie shrugged with a thick Scandinavian accent to her silky voice. I was yet to work out what part of Scandinavia but I was sure that topic would come up during dinner.

I nodded and smiled, slightly leaning in to kiss both her cheeks. "It's lovely to meet you finally, Miss Frederiksen."

She snorted as I called her that. "Oh please, drop the formalities, it's Sofie." The brunette gave a chuckle doing the same greeting with Robin and Marcel before sitting next to Sascha. "That or boss." Sofie smirked and I could already tell that she was feisty and fierce in her approach, not to mention very beautiful.