Bound by fate.

Lisa's stance.

"Ma'am, are you hungry?" The elderly, motherly figure asked me as soon as I stepped down. I looked at her. She was so beautiful, aging gracefully. I smiled.

"You can call me Lisa, ma'am," I answered, moving closer to her. She stared at me for a moment, not sure what to say. "Are you there?"

"Ah!" she breathed out. "Yes, ma'am."

"Please call me Lisa." I smiled happily at her.

"I can't do that, ma'am," she replied. "I'm sorry."

I asked, folding my arms. It was as if I was talking to my mother. "Why? Is it so hard for you to call me by...