<LukeQ has entered the chat room>

Jedi454:LukeQ, welcome back you are. How U?

Jedi454 was a regular forum user who Quinn had chatted to before.

LukeQ:Feeling Lego Falconless, Quinn typed back. He didn’t know who Jedi454 was, but he knew he would understand.

Jedi454:FanGirl90 is building one now. Wait, I’ll intro.

A new chat screen opened and Jedi454 started typing.

Jedi454:FanGirl90, meet LukeQ. He’s Falconless. She’s just landed one.

<Jedi454 has left the chat room>

LukeQ:Hi FanGirl90, why r you online if you have a Falcon to build?

FanGirl90:Had to log on here for instructions – mine is second-hand, doesn’t have all the pages!

LukeQ:How far you got?

FanGirl90:Page 11. Rest missing.

LukeQ:Send me pic.

FanGirl90:<photo attached>

LukeQ:Wow, pretty good going for a girl – assume girl you are?

FanGirl90:GirlsLikeStarWarsToo

LukeQ:None I’ve ever met.

FanGirl90:Because they are at home trying to build Millennium Falcons without instructions.

LukeQ:Do or do not, there is no try.

FanGirl90:Nice! My dad bought it second-hand for my birthday. Said ‘how hard can it be?’ Answer, very.

LukeQ:Your dad sounds cool. I wanted one for my birthday but … walkie-talkies.

FanGirl90:Ugh.

LukeQ:Ugh.

FanGirl90:Luckily lots of Star Warriors on here helping me out with photos of instructions.

LukeQ:Resourceful you are.

FanGirl90:Wish me luck LukeQ?

LukeQ:In my experience there is no such thing as luck.

FanGirl90:I think Yoda is wrong on that one.

LukeQ:Yoda is never wrong.

FanGirl90:Got to go, Mum shouting up the stairs. Maybe see you in another galaxy, LukeQ. Until then, may the force be with you.

<FanGirl90 has left the chat room> blinked on the screen.

Quinn was disappointed she had gone. He smiled to himself – who tried to build something that complicated without instructions?

15 January 2020

‘So let me get this straight, the guy spent a day driving you around London to help you out, introduced you to his mother, spent thousands of pounds bailing out our business – and you shouted at him and called him a spoilt brat?’ Leila asked.

‘Kind of,’ said Minnie, burying her face in one of Leila’s scatter cushions.

They were in Leila’s front room going through paperwork.

‘Minnie, with all this self-sabotaging behaviour, you’re ruining the fun of living vicariously through you. I really thought you might have slept with the love twin by now, or at least had a cheeky snog.’

‘Leila! I have a boyfriend? What do you take me for?’

‘Boyfriend schmoyfriend. Bathroom Abandoner doesn’t deserve you, and Love Twin clearly fancies you. No one buys a thousand pies from someone they don’t want to sleep with.’

Minnie slumped back against the sofa arm.