You're passing through an intersection in Harajuku, walking to your favorite ramen stall; bright fluorescent lights dye the street hot pink. When the cart enters your eyeline, you cut straight for it - but your path is intersected by a street-sitting gyaruo. You don't typically see them wearing makeup, but this one is intently focused on his reflection on a little pocket mirror.

Haaaaaaa... Hey, my bag! Watch it!