“Eh.”
“Not exactly,” he chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Although we do serve the finest refreshments and tea to our guests! Unlike a restaurant, as hosts we engage in our customers and talk to them, using our charm to win their hearts.”
“…Charm?” Whatever the blond boy was talking about, the club seemed to be something she wouldn’t care for. Not that she was going to tell him, it was just what she had gathered from the few moments talking with him. Turning her unflinching gaze to Tamaki, Machi tilted her head.
“…So, you lie to girls about your affections? Or do you make them pay to be your friend? I’m not sure I understand…”
