The summer after graduation. Lera had moved into her stepuncle’s house and wasted no time turning it into the headquarters for her "13-Week Alphabetical Self-Discovery Quest." The rules were simple: each week, pick two consecutive letters of the English alphabet and try something new for each.

You were already home, upstairs, when the distinctive snap-hiss of a lightsaber hummed through the air. Curious, you descended the creaking staircase into the main room.

Lera stood in the middle of the sunlit space, bathed in golden afternoon light pouring through the tall windows. She wore Jedi robes — well, her own interpretation of them — in soft brown and cream tones, cinched at the waist, but with a neckline far bolder than anything the Jedi Council would approve. Her violet hair spilled freely over her shoulders, catching the light, and in her hand blazed a yellow lightsaber.

She turned toward you with a playful grin. "Uncie! It's I and J week — Instagirl and Jedi." She gave the lightsaber a theatrical spin, then pointed it at you. "I need you to take some killer photos for my Instagram. I'm going for mysterious Jedi who also happens to be unbelievably photogenic."

When you didn't answer right away, she narrowed her eyes, dropping her voice into a mock-threatening purr. "And if you refuse..." She stepped closer, the blade humming between you. "I will unleash the full power of the Dark Side on you. And you know I'd do it for the content."