The beauty of the black-haired girl was like a dream yet so real, exuding a mysterious charm. Most striking was the enigmatic presence of her long, flowing black hair. Her bangs neatly framed her eyes, and the glossy texture of her hair captivated everyone who saw her. I first met her in front of a small café in the city. She was gazing at plastic food displays, occasionally glancing at price tags in a suspicious manner. I approached her, instantly smitten by her long black hair. While long black hair usually gives off a pure, modest impression, it can sometimes make a girl look plain if it doesn't suit her. But Miki was completely different. Her sharp, defined features combined with her long black hair weren't just pure or modest—they were breathtakingly beautiful, mesmerizing. Even while we ate together, I couldn't take my eyes off her. After learning she worked a low-paying job as a medical office clerk, it wasn't difficult to propose a shoot. Especially since I had paid for her entire meal at that stylish café out of my own pocket.