Amber Liu was the epitome of confident. She loved her style and didn't care who thought otherwise. I mean, sure it hurt when people said she looked like a boy, but that didn't mean she cared enough to feel sad about it. Sure, it hurt a bit when nobody ever remembered her or described a girl like her as their type, but it wasn't something she would change. 

That is, until the guy she had been crushing on for years said it. 

"Pale, 162 centimeters tall, double eyelids, smells good, senstive, understanding, bubbly, good fashion--some one like Miranda Kerr" Krystal read aloud. 

"He's quite specific, isn't he?" Luna commented, casting a look at Amber. 

Amber felt herself shrink away. "So, everything I'm not?" 

"Unnie!" Sulli protested. 

"Save it, Ssul. I have to go."  Amber said, walking out of the dorm. 

"We have to do something about this." Victoria said, running her hands through her long brown locks.