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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.
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 he 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.
‘I don’t know what is wrong with me. He was just being so arrogant and annoying, trying to give me all this advice, telling me I should be grateful to get his opinion because “he earns five hundred pounds an hour”,’ Minnie said, imitating Quinn’s voice.
‘Maybe youshouldbe grateful for his opinion,’ said Leila, closing the pink ring binder of accounts and rubbing her eyes with her palms. Her hair was scraped back in amessy bun, her eyes looked sunken and tired. ‘One month of good orders doesn’t put us in the clear, you know. It’s going to be an uphill slog to build any kind of financial buffer.’
Minnie stretched out on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.
‘I could hear myself sounding all bitter and bitchy, I don’t know where it came from. Do you think I walk around with a chip on my shoulder?’
Leila scrunched up her nose and stuck her teeth over her front lip like a rabbit.
‘What?’ said Minnie, leaning up on her elbows. ‘What’s that face?’
‘I wouldn’t say a whole chip, not a thick-cut chip-shop chip anyway, maybe a skinny fry,’ said Leila. ‘A McDonald’s chip.’
Minnie picked up the sofa cushion and threw it at Leila. They both laughed.
‘Working hard?’ asked Ian, coming through to the living room holding a burrito in one hand. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said, ‘Don’t grow up – it’s a trap’, in a messy white font.
Leila looked at the clock on her phone.
‘Right,’ she said, jumping to her feet, ‘I’ve got to go. I’ve got a meeting with Monsieur bank manager.’
‘You sure you don’t want me to come?’ asked Minnie.
‘No, our bank manager is quite hot – I don’t want you smashing his lamps or starting some sort of sexy slagging match.’
Leila winked and jumped out of the room before Minnie could land another blow with a cushion.
‘Who’s hot?’ mumbled Ian through a mouthful of burrito. He sat down next to Minnie on the sofa. ‘Want to play two-player mode, Minnie?’
