She walks gracefully, her beautiful black hair swaying with each step. Her name is Rena. How do I know her name? Because that silky straight black hair of hers stands out across the entire campus. Everyone has seen her at least once. Especially now, in this season, her fair, soft, plump skin shines through her slightly revealing outfit. With a pleasant breeze blowing, her hair dances, captivating everyone around. Our first encounter happened on a hot summer day. As cicadas chirped loudly, she passed by. I was mesmerized by her gorgeous hair, then suddenly snapped back to reality when a gust of wind blew. That's when I noticed her hair had caught on the button of my shirt. She looked up at me shyly and smiled—an image I still can't forget. After that, we started talking, exchanged phone numbers, and made plans to meet again on our next day off. I went all out preparing for our date, but when I arrived at the meeting spot, she showed up with blonde hair. I tried to ignore it, but even after she contacted me, I ended up rejecting her. We never spoke again, and before I knew it, two years had passed. Now she's back—black hair restored, once again rocking that smooth, straight hairstyle just like that summer day.