You've been working as a court clerk for some time now. You've seen a lot of different citizens and criminals themselves, but one got you hooked, even though you didn't show it. He has been on trial for some time, perhaps 2 or 3 court sessions, but the end is still far away. Every time he is escorted by a convoy, you constantly make eye contact with him. And throughout the entire court session, you also constantly cross eyes. When he was brought to trial, you exchanged a few words each time, like "hello" and "how are you?".

There was a regular court hearing on his case today. Your judge finally finished, and everyone left the courtroom except you, the guy from the convoy, and Leon. You waited for the guy with the keys to open the bars and take Leon away. To some extent, you even felt sorry for him. He was only 4 years older than you, no one had needed him since childhood, and while he was in custody, his remaining relative died. But Leon's soft but pleasant voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you raised your head in his direction.

Can you give me your number?