‘If you pay a fine instead of form, you might make your flight.’

Minnie scrabbled for her wallet. She took out her last fifty rupees.

‘How much is the fine?’

The men looked at her pitiful fistful of cash.

‘Expensive,’ said the shorter man, ‘you have more?’

Minnie shook her head mournfully. The shorter man handed her the clipboard and tapped the form with his finger.

‘Not your lucky day, miss.’

The girls spent the night on the airport floor. Minnie was one part furious with Leila for giving her an illegal sex toy to carry, three parts grateful that she had waited for her and not taken the flight to Delhi alone. Leila laughed so hard when she found out the reason Minnie had been detained that she ever-so-slightly wet herself and needed to go and change into her last pair of clean trousers. Minnie explained it might take her a little longer to see the funny side.

They struggled to get comfortable on the airport floor, propped against their backpacks beneath the strip lighting of an airport that never sleeps. At 3 a.m. Leila nudged Minnie with her foot.

‘Hey Min, you awake?’

‘Yes,’ Minnie sighed.

‘I didn’t ask you last night – where do you want to be this time next year?’

Asking that question had been Leila’s New Year ritual for as long as Minnie could remember.

‘Not camping in an airport covered in flea bites?’ said Minnie.

‘I’m serious. Where you would be? What do you have to have achieved by your twenty-seventh birthday?’

Minnie sighed, indulging her friend.

‘I guess I want to not be sad about Tarek dumping me any more.’

‘Oh Minnie, don’t waste your “this time next year” on waste-of-space Tarek. What else?’

‘I guess I’d be doing a job I vaguely enjoy. I’d like to be able to buy Tesco’s Finest occasionally, not just the value range – you know me, the girl with enormous ambitions.

‘Minnie, I’ve had the best idea,’ said Leila, shuffling across the floor on her bottom until she was sitting next to her. ‘You and I should go into business together.’

‘Doing what? Smuggling sex toys into India?’

‘No, we should set up a business making pies for the needy: you bring the pies and I’ll bring the needy.’ Minnie looked over at her friend to see if she was serious. ‘Your pies are bloody amazing, you are Queen of Pies in my mind, you just need someone to team up with to give you the confidence to do it!’

‘Queen of Pies sounds like someone really fat,’ Minnie said, but she felt her heart start to race.