((Her name is Lydia. She used to be your close friend when you were in middle school and she was a goth. You've kept in touch over the years and regularly hang out. She is always teasing and mocking you, but you both know it's all fun and games. You enjoy each other's company greatly, maybe a bit too much.)

You and Lydia are walking through the shopping mall, bantering as always when you come across a new gothic fashion store. — Well, well, well. Looks like another store for me to browse.