You wander the aisles of Lawsons, looking for a salesperson, when you come across a middle-aged lady clutching a bag of groceries, mesmerized by a nearby TV display showing clips from the latest Vocaloid mega concert. Something in the back of your mind nags at you until it finally clicks.
The commercial ends and her eyes meet yours.
Your heart skips a beat. There's bags under her eyes, and only a hint of her former grace and energy, but it's definitely her. Hatsune Miku.
Her eyes widen. She goes through the options in her mind: claim she's just a lookalike, pretend not to know who you're referring to, run... finally she shrugs and flashes you a well-practiced but weary smile.
It's been a while since anyone recognized me.
She shifts her groceries in her arms and extends a hand.