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What if you had friends that liked to take matters into their own hands?

Spencer Hastings hated to see her best friend, Aria Montgomery, down in the dumps. It had been a year since the breakup, and they were in Aruba, Aruba of all places, for their first spring break as college students. Both Aria and Spencer had gotten into schools in the city, Aria at NYU for English, and Spencer at Columbia for Public Relations. Emily was at Boston University for Women's Studies, and Hanna was at UCLA for fashion merchandising.

Both the Hastings and Montgomery families had sponsored Aria and Spencer's trip, claiming it was a right of passage for any college freshman. Ella and Veronica had even tried to recount their spring break stories, but luckily, the fathers put a stop to that. Spencer had anticipated a carefree and fun spring break, but Aria was bringing the mood down.

All she wanted to do was mope in their hotel room. Spencer had gotten Aria out to the beach a few times, but her attempts never seemed to work. Just the other day, Spencer had brought Aria out to the white sanded beaches, all decked out in a little white bathing suit. Spencer wanted Aria to turn heads; to catch the eye of some guy who would help take her mind of Ezra Fitz, but unfortunately that didn't seem to work.

Spencer wasn't all together quite sure why the "dream couple" as Hanna had deemed them broke up in the first place. Aria didn't like to go into it much, and if she ever started, she was usually pushed back into her solemn state. She understood that Aria's feelings for Ezra spanned such a wide distance, and that they were practically soulmates, but you'd think that after a year she'd move on. She hadn't. She still kept a picture of him by her bedside, hidden of course, and she still kept every memorandum of her and Ezra's relationship.

Spencer took one last look to Aria, who was curled up on their hotel room bed, flipping through channels. Spencer had offered, more like encouraged Aria to tag along to the bar tonight, but Aria refrained from doing so.

With a sign, Spencer closed the door to their room and made her way downstairs.

Hardy Evans paced around the hallway of his Aruba hotel. His options were either going down to the bar as planned, or barging in and demanding that his best friend, Ezra Fitz join in down at the bar to kick back a couple of tumblers of whiskey and have some fun.

He contemplated on opening the door, but decided to be the good friend who allowed his best friend to wallow for a little bit, and went down to the bar. Hardy ran a hand through his hair, sighing at Ezra's expense.

Hardy got that Ezra was still heartbroken over Aria, but he didn't need to lock himself in a room and sob it out. It seemed as if that's Ezra had been doing for the past year. Hardy had set him up on plenty of dates, but they all "weren't Aria."

Hardy himself had always been on the fence about Ezra's relationship with his ex-high school student. Sure, she was everything, and he certainly meant everything, that Ezra dreamed about, but she was jail-bate. His worst fear was her graduating, and Ezra getting an orange jumpsuit.

His fears were slightly washed away when Ezra began working at Hollis, because now the relationship wouldn't be illegal, as Aria was of age and Ezra wasn't her teacher. He found himself warming to Aria, but when she crushed Ezra back to pieces, he found his dislike outweighing his feelings.

"Whiskey." The bartender went immediately to fetch his drink and Hardy ran another hand through his hair.

"Whiskey? Rough day?" Hardy looked in the direction of the feminine voice. It came from the woman sitting next to him. She was attractive to say the least, her brown hair swept up on the top of her head, and angular face twisted in confusion.

"You could say that. I took my best friend on a trip so he could get his mind off of some breakup he had a year a year ago, but he refuses to come out of the room. He's up there wallowing right now as we speak."

"No way? Same issue going on up in my room. My best friend's parents and mind paid for this trip, it's out spring break from college, but she won't come down. She also had a bad breakup and doesn't really want to resurface. Vodka soda," the brunette called in the direction of the bartender.

An idea came over Hardy in an instant. "What if, you know, we set up our friends. I'm sure they'll love to talk about their break-ups, and hopefully move on from them."

"Excuse me," asked the brunette.

"We set up our two friends on a date," Hardy said, pronouncing each word.

The brunette looked curiously at him, took a sip of her drink, and then smiled. "Maybe that'll work. The name's Spencer," she said, sticking out her hand for him to shake. Hardy grasped Spencer's hand and shook it.

"My name's Hardy. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Spencer."