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Previously on Trophy:

"Are you okay, Aria?" Toby asked.

"No," she said, "It sucks. We're the charity, Toby, don't you see? Hanna used to be one of us, but now she's the girl helping out at the food bank so that we can get some expired cereal or a fucking bag of rice! She's over tipping her poor waitress and bringing in her rich friends to try to set me up."

"Hanna just wants you to be safe," Toby assured her, wrapping his arms around her. She was still for a moment before slipping out of his arms.

"I have to go to work. I'll…I'll see you later, Toby."

"If you're not back by seven, I'm calling the cops," Toby told her.

"Don't bother," Aria replied. "I'll probably go straight from Grudge to the diner. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Ezra!" Diane screeched as soon as he walked through the door. "Do you have a date yet?"

"No, mother," he called back, "I'm working on it!"

Because he realized that his friends were right. He wanted a beautiful girl that would watch black and white movies with him and appreciate flowers he brought home and talk about the best writers and painters of all time.

"Wes," Ezra said, "Who's your favorite writer of all time?"

"I don't know," Wes said thoughtfully, "I like Stephen King, and Sports Illustrated…and Stephanie Myer,"

Ezra burst out laughing. "Wow, Wes, you like some fine literature, there. Twilight."

Wes scoffed. "Don't deny that you've read them."

"At least Maggie made me, Wes. Why did you read them?"

Wes was silent for a moment. "Hey, I found out where that waitress from the diner works. Caleb said that she also works in the same bar that he stalked Hanna to. Grudge, I think it's called. It's up in New Harlem."

"New Harlem?" Ezra perked up, "Isn't that a shady area of town?"

"Duh," Wes flopped down on the leather couch. "Why do you think Caleb was so eager to move Hanna out of that apartment she was in? From what I've picked up on, Aria lives in the same one."

Ezra remembered the short girl, and wondered what this bar was like. "Do you have an address?"

Wes nodded, but Diane walked into the room before he could say anything.

"An address to what, Ezzy?" she asked. "And Wesley, dear, Moira made cookies, if you'd like one."

Wes indicated to Ezra that he would text him the address before running to the kitchen. Moira had essentially raised the two boys, and she made the best cookies.

"Bring me some!" Ezra called after his brother.

"An address to what, Ezzy," Diane repeated.

Ezra rolled his eyes, "Just to a strip club, mother. I found the hooker I'm going to bring to the Children's Hospital Gala. Her name is Boner Garage."

Diane glared at her son. "You'd better be joking, Ezzy. And if you're not, get her checked for STDs before you do anything scandalous with her. Also, I will end you if her name is actually…" she shuddered. "Are you sure you couldn't ask Mona or Cece? Even Kate would be a better alternative at this point. And she isn't even pretty. That girl needs a nose job."

Ezra groaned. "Give me a little longer, Mother. She's beautiful. You'll at least appreciate that about her."

Diane's eyebrows rose. "So there is a girl. How old is she?"

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Younger than me."

"Yes, but how much younger?"

"I think she's around twenty? Maybe nineteen."

Diane nodded slowly. "Still make sure she doesn't have an STD, okay?"

Ezra rolled his eyes, but agreed so that his mom wouldn't ask Aria once she met her.

Because he would get beautiful Aria to go to the gala with him.

Later that night, Ezra found himself sitting in a shabby bar sipping the worst scotch he'd ever had. And he didn't see Aria anywhere amongst the boisterous community college boys and older men who just came from blue collar jobs.

"Did you want another drink?" the bartender asked. "Should I start a tab?"

"Do you know if Aria is working today?" he asked her. "And yes to both. Here's my card."

The bartender glanced at the clock. 8:57. "Aria's taking over for Meredith at nine. How do you know her?"

"She's a friend of a friend," he replied.

She gave him a knowing look and poured him more scotch. "Aria's pretty, isn't she?" he said nothing and she giggled. "It's okay, I'm lesbian. I know when a girl is attractive. I'm Maya, by the way." She held out his scotch and handed his credit card back.

"I'm Ezra," he accepted the scotch and the card. "And yes, Aria is probably one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

"And you're around beautiful girls a lot, I bet," Maya predicted. "You're from the Upper East Side."

"How did you know that?" Ezra asked.

Maya shrugged. "You seem like the type. Well groomed, no five o'clock shadow, leather shoes, designer jeans. All the signs are there. Aria would notice them, too." Maya chuckled. "She's a smart girl. She knows how to get tips from these pricks."

Ezra was tempted to ask how she did that, but knew he wouldn't like the answer. "It seems like Aria is a little young to be working in a place like this. Does she have an alcohol license?"

Maya looked around quickly before leaning into Ezra. "Listen here, Rich Ezra, you can't come in to a bar like this and ask if the poor, underage waitress has an alcohol license. The answer should be obvious, and rich people can't just waltz in here and shut us down because you have a crush on the boss' favorite employee, even if Sean is a total sleaze ball."

"What do you mean by sleaze ball?" Ezra asked.

"What do you think?" Maya asked. She shook her head. "You rich people. You think you can save everyone by closing down a couple bars and opening up a park."

Ezra didn't bother to argue. She was right. He'd seen it happen; they would do a good deed and then abandon the project the moment the park had opened. Six months later, you couldn't pay them to go back to that park. His own parents had done it before they'd had him or Wes.

"Oh," Maya said, "There's Aria,"

She walked in wearing black short shorts and a shirt with the Grudge logo on it. On her little feet were a pair of ridiculous black heels, and her nails were painted a shiny red color. He couldn't remember if they had been like that before.

The current waitress walked up to Aria and gave her the apron. They chatted for a moment before Meredith hurriedly left. Aria tied the apron and walked up to one of the tables. She leaned over, flirting, and Ezra found himself wanting her to stop, or to come over and flirt with him instead.

"I wish she was flirting with me, too," Maya said. "Here, I can get her to work behind the counter. Give me a second." Ezra watched Maya walk over to the table where Aria was and whisper in her ear. Ezra noticed that Maya had the same uniform as Aria, and he wondered if Aria had gotten a ride to the job. It was a cold day, in the twenties.

Soon, Maya had taken up Aria's position chatting up the patrons of the bar and Aria went behind the counter and leaned up against it next to Ezra.

"Maya said you asked about me. I'll save you some time. I won't fuck you for any amount of money."

Ezra shook his head vigorously. "No, no, you misunderstood. I just want to know more about you."

She stared him down for a moment before smiling slightly. "What did you want to know?"

"What's your favorite book?" He asked.

"The Great Gatsby," Aria replied immediately. "But I also liked Tender is the Night. And anything by Jane Austen. I love a good love story."

"Tragic or happily ever after?" he asked.

She shrugged easily. "Either. Tragedy has its place in the world. Not everyone can have the happily ever after we've come to expect."

Ezra was silent for a moment. "You're right, Aria. Okay, it's your turn."

"My turn for what?"

"To ask me a question,"

Her mouth curved into a beautiful little smile.

Oops I was gone for a long time...so sorry!

I hope you liked the chapter anyways :)

BUT THAT FINALE THOUGH! That last scene...let's just say I think Ezra has redeemed himself and it would've been better if Ali hadn't said anything.

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