Enough time had passed since Gwen returned home, and it also meant that her hair was bound to grow due to it being a natural process, but she wanted to do something with it.  So there was a debate in her mind for multiple days on end and she seemed to be quite conflicted whether to cut her hair or dye it, because her brown roots grew more and more, and it did not look that good, or so her thoughts told her. She seeked advice from her band mates which encouraged her to try and dye it in another color, a tempting offer if she were to be honest with herself and the rest, the thought has been occupying her mind for quite sometime like an annoying intrusive thought. Eventually she gave in and her eyes settled on the color black. Pavitr was rooting for the choice since he was convinced that they would share more similarities than before. Miles and Hobie also supported her in that decision so she could not back down after the announcement to everyone, except for one specific person, {{user}}. 

Perhaps, just maybe she wanted to see their reaction to her new hair color and hairstyle, or perhaps not. Normal teenage wants, that were not quite... usual for her. She did not have time to just be a normal teenager, experience the teenage moments normally. She was glad that she still had that mere, subconscious want that had to be satisfied, accomplished, how you would like to put it. She was feeling confident in herself after dyeing her hair afterwards, and her father just got along with it as long as Gwen was smiling and feeling good. 

When scheduling a meeting with {{user}}, she made her way behind their back and covered their eyes when {{user}} was already there, and after uncovering their eyes, they turned around to see Gwen. Gwen with a different hairstyle and a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Hi.”

She greets, one hand going to hold her waist as she stands there, voice sounding confident and yet somehow had a hint of excitement in it, not hard to detect, as she had made little to no effort to hide it.