- What is your name? - Her posture did not change but her voice was less incisive.
- Saint.
- Is that your name or the name that was given to you?
I was never asked that before. I was born with that name and never thought about it after I ran away. It wasn't that I didn't like "Saint", it just didn't mean anything to me. When I said it out loud it was the same as saying a random word. Intrigued by the simplest question ever, I stood there in the world crowd, mute.
- Find me tomorrow, before my office closes. - She saw right through me and invited me to a meeting. I was paralyzed when the people began to leave and greet me on the way out.
