"Pick anything you want," Hannah said and gestured to a bookshelf filled with DVD's.

She had finally invited Olli over to watch a movie. She'd given him some space for a few days after she had accidently given the entire team the impression that she was going to sleep with him. They still talked at work, and texted, but she tried to tone it down a bit.

That didn't stop Brandon from teasing her.

"I heard you've got another date with Olli tonight," he said with a sly smile as she was waiting for Sid's interview to start.

She rolled her eyes, "It wasn't a date, and neither is this. We're just watching a movie."

"Right," he replied sarcastically. "Just like you 'played Mario Kart' last time. I know what that means."

"No, that's actually what we were doing. Where did you hear that we played Mario Kart?"

Brandon laughed, "From Olli; it's all he talked about at practice the next day. He said you were really good."

Annoyed, Hannah turned away from him and started fiddling with the camera.

"You know what," she said suddenly turning back to him. "If we'd had sex, don't you think he would have been talking about that instead?"

Brandon stared at her, a little surprised, and was about to say he hadn't thought about it like that, when Sid interrupted him.

"Suttsy leave her alone," he said, looking serious, but then with a smile added, "Hannah doesn't have to talk about her sex life if she doesn't want to."

"Oh my God not you too," she whined to Sid, and went back to working on the camera.

-

Olli picked a movie and put it in the DVD player before Hannah got a chance to see what it was. They sat on her couch, not too close together, with a bowl of popcorn in between them.

"Oh." Hannah said, a bit shocked, as the opening credits started. "Do you know what this is about?"

"No, you said to pick one I haven't heard of," Olli's smile started to fade. "Why?"

"It's nothing," Hannah smiled at him, though she instantly regretted not double checking the movie he'd picked.

The movie in question was 'Harold and Maude.' It's not a bad movie, it's a bit older (1970's?) but the subject of the film is what concerned Hannah the most. Harold, a young twenty-something, falls in love with a 79 year old woman.

Obviously their age difference is much greater than the four years that separate Olli and Hannah, but it was all she could think about during the movie. If Olli noticed, he didn't say anything.

Their hands accidentally met a few times while reaching for popcorn. At first they both pulled away, and smiled, but after the second or third time, she found her fingers entwined in his for a few seconds before pulling away to find a handful of popcorn.

It was nice.

Or, at least Hannah thought so.

Every time her cold, delicate, fingers brushed against his, Olli felt a shiver, and not just because she was cold.

He had completely lost track of what was happening in the movie, and didn't really start paying attention to it until after the popcorn ran out.

"So, what did you think of it?" She asked him apprehensively after the movie ended.

"It was, uh," he had no idea what had actually happened. "Did they, um..."

"Yeah, they had sex." Hannah scrunched up her face in mock disgust. "I know, it's gross, him screwing such an old woman, but you get the point of the movie."

"Yeah." No, Olli didn't get the point, but that's okay.

"So, maybe next time we will watch something a little less, um, creepy."

Olli laughed, and agreed. But he didn't care, he was just happy there'd be a next time.

-

Hannah had been asked to help with the filming and editing of "In the Room," a behind the scenes show about the Penguins. She technically worked for the Penguins, but through that she ended up working with anyone that filmed the Pens. This episode was about the pre-season training and as she looked through the hours of practice she had filmed, Hannah found herself re-watching any clip of Olli she came across. When the producers asked her to find a good shot of him during training camp, she found it surprisingly fast, garnering suspicious looks from a few of them.

Maybe she should tone it down a bit.

Maybe?

Hannah really didn't know. She'd never had a relationship that wasn't based on situational convenience or sex. She didn't have nice guys like Olli wanting to watch movies with her and not try to take it a little further.

That part was probably her fault. In college, and a little in high school too, she had gotten bit of a reputation for being, not quite a slut, but very open (hence the sex-on-a-beach scandal). But Hannah liked this; she had never grown too close to or needed to rely on any of these guys, and that made her feel independent.

But Olli?

Hannah didn't know what to do about Olli.

Reluctantly, she decided to talk to Brandon about this. Despite all the teasing, they were actually pretty good friends.

She couldn't talk to him at work, obviously, not with Olli around, so they got lunch together after practice. Not wanting to draw attention, she picked somewhere she knew no one else on the team would probably ever eat.

"What is so important that you dragged me halfway across Pittsburgh to this tiny little diner for?" He asked as they sat down, looking around the cozy but quaint little diner.

"They have the best waffles. It's a fact," Hannah pointed to a hand painted sign close to their table that said 'World's best waffles.'

Brandon laughed as he read the sign. "Wow, you are full of surprises. Someone as skinny as you eats waffles?"

"You're one to talk, Stan," she replied, not looking up from her menu.

"Stan?"

"Flat Stanley. You've never heard the guys call you that?" Hannah put her menu down and smiled at him. He looked confused. "Flat Stanley is a fictional children's book character. Look it up on Wikipedia."

"That makes so much sense now," he said a few minutes later, looking at his phone. "I thought they just forgot my name or something..."

"You thought your teammates forgot your name?" Hannah looked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, I mean I'm kind of new. I got traded here in the summer of 2012, but I have only played a few months with them."

"I've known you since you then, and I remember your name."

"Yeah, but that's different."

"I still remember how much of a nerd I thought you were when we first met," Hannah mused, and remembered how unhappy Brandon had looked as he talked to the press about getting traded, trying on his new Penguins jersey, and how she somehow felt connected to him because they were both new in a place they didn't want to be.

"And I remember not seeing you, at all, until you shoved a microphone in my face."

Brandon always teased her about being short, but that's how they somehow became friends. They didn't actually see each other much during the lockout, or even last season, but they were still friends. Not really the kind of friend Hannah would ask for advice, though, but she didn't have any other options.

"Ms. Eldridge, will you be having your usual cinnamon waffles?" The waitress interrupted them.

Hannah was embarrassed that she had a 'usual,' just like at the ice cream place, but nodded, and the waitress turned to Brandon.

"I guess I'll have whatever Hannah's usual is," he had an amused expression, like he couldn't wait to tell his teammates about this, but he put his phone down. "Okay, what did you need to talk to me about?"

Hannah looked around to make sure no one could hear them, but the place was empty. "Olli," she said quietly.

"Oh really," he replied sarcastically, and she glared at him.

"I just don't know how to, like, do things with him." Hannah shrugged.

"Wait, so you're really not having sex?"

"No, and you know that." She glared at him before continuing. "I just mean that it's, like, weird."

"Because he's younger than you?"

"No, but that might be part of it. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do with him. I really want to do this right and not ruin it by sleeping with him, which is usually what happens."

Brandon looked like he was going to say something snide, but stopped. "Okay, so you want dating advice." He thought for a minute. "Maybe I'm not the best person to ask, since I've been dating the same person since high school."

"You guys have been dating that long? That's actually kind of cute. You must have done something right; how did you start dating?"

"I don't remember, it just sort of happened. It was high school, you know?"

"If you don't remember I'll just have to ask your girlfriend," Hannah pulled out her phone and pretended to text someone.

"Okay, I'll tell you." He sighed, a little embarrassed, "It was on Valentine's Day, which is also my birthday, and I got her flowers, and I'd had a crush on he for a while, and I kind of, asked her out, I don't know."

"Aww, that's really cute!" Hannah usually hated cute stuff like that, but she loved teasing Brandon. "And I didn't know your birthday was on Valentine's Day. Mine's 4/20."

"Isn't that also Hitler's birthday?"

Hannah nodded; she'd been told that so many times that she really didn't care anymore.

"And how did you get my girlfriend's number?"

"I don't have it," Hannah smiled. "Though if I did I would send her inappropriate sexts."

Brandon was about to call her a horrible name when their waffles arrived and distracted them both for a few minutes.

Hannah stopped eating long enough to ask him about Olli again.

"I don't know, I told you I'm bad at this. Don't you have a sister or something?"

"Yes, and I tried talking to her, but she's an idiot." Hannah had really hoped Brandon could at least point her in the right direction. "Has he talked to you at all?"

"Not really, other than hockey stuff." He thought for a minute. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I heard secondhand that he definitely likes you, if that helps."

"And who is your source, is he reliable?" Hannah sat up and stared at him with interest.

"Robert Bortuzzo. Olli and Bortz sit next to each other in the locker room, and I guess Olli told him."

"And then Bortz told you? Do you guys always gossip about your teammates?"

"No, we weren't gossiping. He happened to mention it to me the other day because he knows we're friends, and he didn't know if you guys were dating, or something."

"What do you mean by 'a couple of days ago?' You mean Olli told him a couple of days ago, or that's when he told you?"

"I feel like I'm being interrogated," Brandon was a bit surprised by her sudden outburst, but still laughed at her. "He told me on Tuesday, the day after our loss against the Aves, and I think he said Olli told him before the game, but I'm not sure."

Hannah realized how far forward she was leaning over the table and sat down again, trying to look calm.

"Okay, the Ave's game was on Monday, and he and I watched 'Harold and Maude' on Sunday." Hannah was trying to piece everything together, and remembered how their hands had touched for a few seconds a couple of times while getting popcorn. She stared absently at the table and a small smile started to grow at the corner of her lips.

"Hannah?" Brandon asked her after a minute, and she snapped out of it.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking." She looked back up at him with a smile. "So, you think I should do something to show him I like him?"

"I didn't say that, but sure. Or you could just tell him."

"You want me to tell him?" Hannah was starting to sound like a 7th grader.

"Or, you could have me tell Bortz to tell Olli that you like him," Brandon teased.

"No, I'll figure it out," Hannah leaned back and sighed. This was so much more complicated than it needed to be. "You're right, I'll just tell him."

She pulled out her phone and Brandon watched her with interest as she texted Olli.

*Hey, what to come over tonight to watch a movie again?

*Yeah, except maybe you should pick the movie this time : )

*do you like star trek?

*yeah, I think so

*awesome. Because I like you, and if you didn't like star trek, I'd have to stop liking you ; )

"You sent him a winking face?" Brandon laughed.

"Shut up, he accidentally sent me one the other day, so it's kind of a joke, but kind of not really." Hannah was waiting for Olli to respond, hoping she hadn't freaked him out or confused him. She impatiently tapped her foot against what she thought was the leg of the table, but turned out to be Brandon's shin.

The waitress came over to give them their check and could clearly see her practically rubbing his leg with her foot under the table. She gave them an odd look before walking away.

Olli still had not replied.

She stared at her phone and made no attempt to get any money from her purse, so Brandon reluctantly got out his wallet. (It's not like waffles are expensive, anyway.)

"Why don't you put your phone down for a minute, and relax, and stop kicking me in the leg," Brandon said as he took her hands.

"Oh, that's your leg? Sorry, I just don't know why it's taking him so long to reply." Brandon held both of her hands to keep her still, and the waitress gave them an ever weirder look when she came back to pick up the check.

"Maybe he's driving somewhere? Can't text and drive," Brandon smiled, and Hannah calmed down a bit.

"You're right; it probably has nothing to do with the fact that I just told him I like him."

Her phone buzzed and she broke free from Brandon's grasp so fast he didn't have time to stop her.

*In that case, I love star trek : D

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