Fuck. Why hasn't Will Turner been texting me?

Bollocks. See, this is what happens once a boy cooks you dinner - you get all dependent and start thinking that it's going to be love forever, then they don't text you and the world starts to fall apart.

I am now desperate enough to text No. 18.

Perhaps I'm just a bit tired after my all-nighter last night.

There's a horrible suspicion in the back of my mind - that during my conversation with Maisy, he was in the same cafe and overheard everything I said. Just....

FUCK!!!!