It had been a month since Aria and Ezra broke up. It was the hardest thing Aria had ever done. Every time she walked down the street she thought of Ezra, the way they held each others hand all the way. She cried herself to sleep every night since the break-up. Aria needed to get away from everything so decided to go to the Rosewood bar and have a shot, just one. She used her fake I.D of course. She walked into the bar and sat on an old wooden stool.
A scrawny young man came up to her. "What can I get for you today?" the man said holding a small notepad.
" Just a shot please." She said feeling ashamed of herself. She took a deep breath and looked over and saw a familiar bathroom door. Shit. What was she thinking? She was at the bar where she had first hooked up with Ezra, where she had fallen in love with him. "Ugh" she moaned, she put her hand on her face. The anger she felt over her dumb mistake quickly turned to sadness. A tear rolled down her cheek, her hands still on her face.
"Having a bad day huh?" A familiar British accent said. She looked over. Wren Kingston was sitting right next to her. Her face turned red. She was now humiliated.
"yeah…" She said as she stood up and walked towards her.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you." He said with a gentle voice.
She turned around.
"Isn't that why people come here? He continued. "Because they have had a bad day?" He suggested.
"I don't know…" She turned back around and continued walking.
"Can I at least buy you a drink?" He asked sounding sincere. Aria turned around confused. Why we he want to buy her a drink? She was a mess!
"A drink…?" She questioned. In her head she didn't know if Wren was hitting on her or just being friendly. And that Spencer would not be okay with that. But then she thought It's just a drink.
Wren continued "I could listen if you want someone to talk to." he said, taking her out of her thought.
"Sure." She said.
A few minutes of silence went by, they both just stared at their glasses.
"I'm probably a terrible adult for doing this but it you looked like you need it." Wren said breaking the silence.
"Yeah. I've been going through some stuff." She said starring down at her little shot glass.
For some reason Wren was really easy to talk to. She felt like she could tell him anything.
"A break-up" She blurted out. Immediately regretting it.
"Yeah those are tough." He agreed. He was starring at his glass with his fingers wrapped around it. "After I went through a break up, call me weird, but the only thing that got me through it was a glass of whiskey and The Smiths record playing in the back ground." He took another quick sip of his whisky.
"You like the Smiths?" She asked.
"Of course!" He said a huge smile came across his face. His cute dimples appeared.
From there they talked for hours. For some unknown reason Wren was really easy to talk to, and he seemed to genuinely care. She no longer felt embarrassed of herself. Wren talked about his plans to move to New York, or maybe back to London. Aria talked about her dreams as a writer, and her plans for collage. She opened up to him in a way that she didn't do with anyone, not even Ezra. They talked all night until the bar closed.