Claire was obsessed with Johnny Depp. He was her wallpaper on her phone, and his face was plastered all over her bedroom walls. “I love him,” she announced with a dreamy sigh. “I do. It’s real, hard-core love, and one day he’ll come to Ireland, see me, and instantly reciprocate my feelings. And then we’ll run away together and create adorable hybrid pirate babies.” “That sounds like a plan,” I snickered. “Although, you do realize he’s not an actual pirate, don’t you?” “Shh!” Claire chuckled. “Don’t take that away from me. Let me enjoy the visual.”
