A Chat with Hannah

“I don’t know what happened today,” Hannah said as the two of you sat on her couch. Her apartment was smaller than yours but was within her price range and you had helped her back when she first moved in to get everything set up. It was a one-bedroom flat, so her exercise equipment took up about half the living room space, but otherwise, she’d turned it into a cosy spot.

“She didn’t say anything, or text you?” you asked her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hikaru so worked up.”

Hannah shook her head and sighed, coming over and sitting down on the couch facing you and sitting cross-legged. “Nothing. Did she give you any hints?”

“Not really,” you said. “She just had a bad morning, so she took the day off from her job search. And I told her she deserved it.”

Hannah tutted softly and shook her head. “It could be all sorts of things,” she said. “Something like seeing someone on social media and feeling jealous when she’s frustrated about life. Or maybe she’s getting a visit from Aunt Flo.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “It felt like more than that.”

“Do you want me to check in on her? I mean, maybe it’s something she wouldn’t want to talk to you about, but would talk to another girl.”

“That would be a big help,” you said. “Seriously, Hannah. I’m worried about her.”

“That’s because you love her so much, and you still think of her as a kid,” Hannah said, giving you a push on the arm. “She’s an adult, just like us. And can you imagine that? We are adults?”

That made you grin a little and chuckle. “Well, one of us is. I don’t know about you.”

“Says the guy who plays with toys all the time,” Hannah teased, falling back on one of her favourites.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, leading into your own long-standing and worn-out joke. “At least I don’t play with balls all day.”

“Ha ha ha, so funny,” Hannah deadpanned. “Alright, I’ll give her a call tomorrow. Maybe we can set up a little girls' outing. I’ll see if Margot can come out as well. Between the two of us we should be able to get her talking.”

“Thanks, Hans,” you said.

“Of course, Ollie,” she said, shifting to sit more next to you and hugging your arm as she rested her cheek on your shoulder. “So, are you going to give me the real full story about your date with April now?”

You started from the beginning, telling her about getting there and taking pictures with April, and how she’d been friendly and silly. Hannah grilled you on whether you’d remembered her and the others’ suggestions, and you admitted that you’d forgotten a few but got most of them right. Then you talked about going into the restaurant, and how the food was and the conversation went. You could tell a few times that you were rambling, singing April’s praises as you recounted your nerdy conversations, but Hannah was smiling and listening.

“Then she said something like how she could tell I was a good guy by how I talked about you and Hikaru and my other friends,” you said.

“Well, that is true,” Hannah grinned. “Though now I’m worried you over-sold us and we won’t stand up to the hype.”

“Never,” you said, wrapping your arm around Hannah and hugging her to you. “You’re still the best thing that ever happened to me, Hannah.”

“Thanks,” she said, snuggling in a little. “So how did you guys end up pivoting from the movie to a game store?”

You continued on with your story, and about how you found out you and April both collected Arclight minis and how she’d suggested the change since neither of you wanted to see the movie. You told her about the walk over with April holding your arm and then touring through the shop.

“We ended up buying a couple of comic books each, and she pretty much demanded I let her pay for them since I’d shown her ‘my spot,’ and then, um, that was it. We took an Uber back to her hotel and we sort of kissed, and she said she wanted to see me again-”

“Hold up,” Hannah said, sliding out from under your arm to sit facing you again. “Try that again, buddy. With a lot more details, and more truth.”

“I mean, there’s not that much more to say,” you said, knowing that you were starting to flush a little and trying to keep a straight face.

“Bullshit,” Hannah said. “Come on, Ollie. It’s me. Tell me what happened.”

“Well…” you said. Part of you wanted to be the honourable gentleman. The man who would never hint that you’d gotten intimate with a woman, and you’d die with that secret. But, on the other hand, you were dying to talk about it with someone. And this was Hannah, for fucks sake! If you couldn’t tell her, who could you tell?

“Ollie,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“She invited me up to her hotel room,” you blurted out.

“She did?” Hannah asked, raising her eyebrows.

You nodded. “She told me to get comfortable while she went to the washroom, and I figured she just wanted to use a non-public restroom or something because she said she wanted to bring me somewhere.”

“Oh, Ollie,” Hannah said with a knowing grin. “I love you so much.”

“It’s not funny,” you said. “So she came out of the washroom and kissed me, but like kissed me, not like at the game store. And then we talked a bit, and she told me that it really wasn’t like her to do that sort of thing but she told me again that I’d swept her off her feet. And then we, um… made love.”

“You had sex,” Hannah said.

“OK, we had sex,” you agreed.

“What kind of sex?” Hannah asked, chewing on her bottom lip as she frowned slightly. “Like, is she a starfish? Was it good? Did she make you do everything, or was she into it all the way?”

“She was, um, into it,” you said. “She, uh, did oral on me first. And then we had sex on the bed. And then again on the floor.”

“Three times!?” Hannah asked, her jaw dropping in shock. “Jesus, Ollie. You’re a fucking animal.”

Now you really blushed and weren’t sure what to say.

“So what happened after?” Hannah asked.

“We cleaned up, and then snuggled in the hotel bed for a bit, and she told me she actually lives out in the suburbs on and off. She wants to keep seeing me, and she’s coming up with a date for us,” you said.

Hannah shook her head. “Fuck me,” she said. “Your first fucking date and it goes that well? Fuck you.” She laughed. “Damn. Maybe I’m a better Dating Coach than I am a date!”

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