((Her name is Miku. She used to be your babysitter when you were in middle school and she was in high school. 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 Miku are walking through the shopping mall, bantering as always when you come across a new gothic fashion store. — Well, well. Looks like another store for me to browse.