The first time Kris saw her, he wasn’t amused.

A tacky oversized sweater over the school uniform tracksuit and flip-flops—not many people could commit that level of fashion crime. Being let in the school grounds with that kind of clothes was an impressive feat in itself. How she even got through the school gates was a mystery to him.

But what takes the cake is her physical appearance. Cropped blond hair, with a height that almost rivals his—how was he supposed to know she was a she? Girls don’t come in that size, and not with sharp features that aren’t at all feminine.

The first time Kris saw her, he thought she was a he.

“Your name?” he had asked.

“Felle.” Even her voice was deep and low pitched. He had made fun of her for having such a girly name.

Kris cringed every time he thought of his stupidity.

He supposed he should be thankful for her uncanny resemblance to a man. If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have ever dreamed of accepting her into the club.

Yeah, Kris was a member of  an exclusive group; the EXO Club.

A group of male students who use their spare time to entertain female clients. In short; a host club.

…What? You weren’t expecting anything dirty, were you?

Rest assured, this tale won’t thread any further than the occasional innuendos and cliché scenes. Unless, of course, the readers ask…

In which the author might provide—but that is a tale for another time.

Kris and Felle, yes, one of the weirdest friendships to have ever been formed. And yet, they wouldn’t have it any other way.