Elizabeth looked up at him, unsure of what to say. She secretly had an urge to fall into tears but she was Elizabeth Swann. She didn’t cry so she defiantly fought her bodily urges. Instead she jutted her chin out towards the man in front of her.
"Will just broke up with me," she declared like it was entirely her idea to do such a thing. Not like she had just been blindsided!
“Oh” Jack said, securing a hand on his towel a little tighter. Of all of the things he’d expected her to say this was not one of them. “Oh.” he repeated searching his rapidly shrinking vocabulary for something suitably appropriate to say. Something other than oh. “Er.” Great start. Generally Jack didn’t let people into his apartment. They usually told him how they never expected it to be so clean and then promptly ignored him for his cat. But he couldn’t exactly have this conversation with Elizabeth in his hallway whilst only wearing a towel. “How did you know where I live?”
