Algorithm

Chapter 10

The dress she had on with a dipped from, showing off a little more to the eye, and the tall heels, green eyes; nothing about this woman shouted digital engineer. I was expecting an older man, probably late fifties, with geeky glasses, a weird squeaky voice and a syrup if I am being truthfully honest. Not that I was going to argue with this. Not only was Sofie beautiful but intelligent too.

"Y-you're a uh-" Robin stumbled, clearing his voice with a sip of water.

"A woman?" All three of us nodded, even I did without realising. She giggled again and sipped her drink. "Yeah I get that reaction sometimes, like, why would you be a digital engineer, aren't they all geeky and old, or something?" Sofie said in a stupid, dumb voice like she'd had to go through this on several occasions.

All three of us watched her as she strategically placed her glass back down into place, as if that was where she's found it when they arrived at the table and didn't want to move it from position.

Robin gulped. "Not to be rude, but yeah." He nodded and let out a nervous chuckle.

Sofie smirked and shrugged innocently, this no big deal to her. "It's fine, I'm used to answering the "where's the old man with thick glasses" question." She again smiled and caught my eye. "I usually answer because with "I didn't know men did this job?"." Her eyes wide in sarcasm. Referring to how her sector was probably male dominated and there weren't many women who wanted to into digital engineering. "Anyway, it's nice to meet all three of you."

I nodded and smiled. "And it's finally nice to put a face to the name Sascha has been on about for weeks."

"Hope it's not to scary for you." The brunette winked. "You're definitely the footballer." Giggling after her little comment.

"How so?" Intrigued by her little comment and Alps frankly a little offend, I asked the confident Scandinavian on it.

Sofie lined up her cutlery and gave a shrug. "You're just so professional about everything, while you're two friends, not so much.."

"Hey what's that supposed to mean?" Marcel squeaked out, I was starting not to really like Miss Frederiksen as much as I thought I would even based off first impressions.

She shook her head, still not moving that smile from her face. How she could smile for so long was beyond me. "I mean, you two have relaxed and Marco here, is sat like a puppet on a string, ready to read from script." Eyeing me from the side, she looked me head on. "Just relax, I know this is supposedly a "business meeting" but well, they're boring and I don't want tonight to be that way."

I was quite surprised by her forthrightness still and raised my brows. "Well it's is quite a formal setting and I guess if we laughed we'd probably be thrown out." I shrugged, trying to defend myself.

"Just relax, it might be a posh setting, but blame Sascha for that he suggested we come here." Sofie nudged Sacha who was by the side of her. Sascha just gave her an unimpressed look.

"It's a very big business venture, it needs a nice place to stage the meeting." Sascha defended his choice in restaurant. Sofie again just shrugged. "And it's close to where you're staying." Raising his voice a tad, Sofie just giggled at his excuses and rolled his eyes.

Marcel chuckled seeming to relax into the fact that Sofie had requested us not to be so puppet like. Robin too but Robin does so anywhere we go. I felt as if I should do the same but it just felt wrong. I knew Sofie had said so and well she was making light of the situation with her emerald eyes and casual attitude, but it just felt too hard for now. If I must admit, I was nervous. I had all these land and ideas that I wanted to throw at her and had even made a little presentation on it, but I didn't want to say anything, too nervous that she'd laugh them off. Sascha too, he was my agent and if I was to say something to offend him, then who knows what might happen. The whole project could be cancelled.