[So Q - for that is what everyone had called the man for as long as Hermann had known him, and made him wonder if the fellow actually had a real name - was perhaps one of the most brilliant computer engineers in this decade. Of course comparing him to Newton and himself was ... well really not that far off the mark. He was intuitive, intelligent, and he had a grasp on hardware and software that bordered on the supernatural.
Hermann had been annoyed in the first week that they thought they needed someone to babysit HIS code ... and then realized in the second that the man was there to babysit everyone else's coding instead.
Which was fine, because while Q was brilliant -- Hermann was the one who developed the damned software. His genius should never been in question.
Second to third weeks passed, then months, and Hermann realized that Q was not only a coding genius but that he was slyly humorous, had green eyes that haunted you and delicate fingers that Hermann imagined in ways that were completely inappropriate.
It did not make him think about them any less. Or the man.
Luckily, the man was Very Professional which made it easier on Hermann not to give into ridiculous and probably scandalous temptations.
Hence he didn't give it another thought when Q asked him if he had 'seen something'. He hobbled over carefully, leaning on his cane with his mug of coffee in hand, dark eyes narrowing on the screen in front of him and Not Breathing in aftershave or hair or anything ridiculous like that.
Which was fine because - What.]
What ... what in the name of God is this nonsense? [He sputtered, nearly slamming down his tea mug as he leaned in, pushing his glasses up his nose.] Who did this?
Re: nerd flirting
Hermann had been annoyed in the first week that they thought they needed someone to babysit HIS code ... and then realized in the second that the man was there to babysit everyone else's coding instead.
Which was fine, because while Q was brilliant -- Hermann was the one who developed the damned software. His genius should never been in question.
Second to third weeks passed, then months, and Hermann realized that Q was not only a coding genius but that he was slyly humorous, had green eyes that haunted you and delicate fingers that Hermann imagined in ways that were completely inappropriate.
It did not make him think about them any less. Or the man.
Luckily, the man was Very Professional which made it easier on Hermann not to give into ridiculous and probably scandalous temptations.
Hence he didn't give it another thought when Q asked him if he had 'seen something'. He hobbled over carefully, leaning on his cane with his mug of coffee in hand, dark eyes narrowing on the screen in front of him and Not Breathing in aftershave or hair or anything ridiculous like that.
Which was fine because - What.]
What ... what in the name of God is this nonsense? [He sputtered, nearly slamming down his tea mug as he leaned in, pushing his glasses up his nose.] Who did this?