Just sitting there enjoying the atmosphere made midfr0st question his life in solitude. The wine was probably the best he had ever tasted, the starter had been excellent and now he was waiting for the main course.<\/p>\n
My office back home seems like a prison in comparison<\/em>. He missed being out meeting people. midfr0st\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze swept through the restaurant, he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see any other table hosting a single guest; all of the other tables had at least two people around them. He tried to think of a single person he could have dined with. Aside from the girl next door he came up blank. The realization made him order another bottle.<\/p>\n As he was sitting in all the chatter from the surrounding guests, he heard it clearly, just as if someone had shouted his name.<\/p>\n “vpn”<\/p>\n He almost dropped his glass, the online world came rushing back.<\/p>\n “nat traversal”<\/p>\n Who is speaking?<\/em>, quickly he tried to focus on the conversation and shut off the other noise.<\/p>\n “Install a Blue Coat. Before we came along they didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even have a security policy.”<\/p>\n It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the two guys just next to me!<\/em><\/p>\n midfr0st tried to concentrate on the conversation, he realized he was a bit drunk. “Would you like some dessert,” the waitress asked. Midfr0st looked up at her, stunned. “But the best part was that girl in finance,” the guy named Hans said. midfr0st just smiled, drank some more wine and tried to remember as much as possible of the conversation he had overheard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Just sitting there enjoying the atmosphere made midfr0st question his life in solitude. The wine was probably the best he had ever tasted, the starter had been excellent and now he was waiting for the main course. My office back home seems like a prison in comparison. He missed being out meeting people. midfr0st\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=81"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ogenstad.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n“Here\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s to DiMavia” one of the guys raised his glass, “I mean, they paid for this.” They both laughed.
\nmidfr0st\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s food had started to get cold, he was entirely captivated by the conversation. Time after time the one named Thomas did his impression of what midfr0st assumed was their client.
\n“Money is not a problem”. They would always share a toast after this comment.<\/p>\n
\n“No, thank you but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not done with my meat,” he grabbed the fork again, “it tastes great.” He put down the fork again when she walked away. He wished he had something to take notes on.<\/p>\n
\n“She was quite a looker, wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t she!” Thomas made a gesture indicating large breasts.
\n“Yeah, that too, but do you know what she used for password for their economy system?”
\n“Some cat?” Thomas guessed.
\n“The subject name of her certificate!”
\n“Well, you know how it is with the bean counters.” They both laughed.<\/p>\n