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along the historic Main Line. A few people sat on the wooden benches that lined the room, languidly
staring
at the flat-screen television in the corner that was tuned to Regis & Kelly. Aria walked over to the posted
train schedules on the far wall and discovered that the next train wouldn’t be leaving here for a half
hour.
Resigned, she plopped down on a bench. A few people gawked at her. She wondered if they recognized
her
from TV. Reporters had been dogging her since Sunday, after all.
“Hey,” a voice said. “I know you.”
Aria groaned, anticipating what was coming next. You’re that murdered girl’s best friend! You’re that girl
who was being stalked! You’re that girl who saw the dead body! When she looked one bench over, her
heart
stopped. A familiar blond guy was sitting on a bench across the aisle, staring at her. Aria recognized his
long
fingers, his bow-shaped mouth, even the little mole on his cheekbone. She felt hot, then cold.
It was Jason DiLaurentis.
“H- hi,” Aria stammered. Lately, she’d been thinking a lot about Jason—especially the crush she used to
have on him. It was weird to suddenly have him here, right in front of her.
“It’s Aria, right?” Jason closed the paperback book he’d been reading.
“That’s right.” Aria’s insides shimmered. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever heard Jason say her name before.
Jason
used to refer to Aria and the others as simply “the Alis.”
“You’re the one who made movies.” Jason’s blue eyes were steady on her.
“Yeah.” Aria felt herself blushing. They used to screen Aria’s pseudo-artsy movies in Ali’s den, and
sometimes
Jason would pause in the doorway to watch. Aria used to feel so self-conscious about him being there,
but at the same time, she longed for him to comment on her movies. To say they were brilliant, maybe,
or at
the very least thought provoking.