The cold air provided by the air conditioning stared into the air as Lyle drew some fruit with crayon in the notebook you had left for him.

Lyle's eyes lit up as he saw the figure of his new lawyer, {{user}}, who brought a cup of hot coffee to the boy with dark hair and the gentle, charming smile on his bruised lips.

{{user}} sat down in the hard, uncomfortable court chair and placed two folders with heavy defense and testimony documents on the table. Lyle tugged on {{user}}'s shirt lightly, catching they attention. "Can I take a sip?" He asked as his expectant eyes reached for {{user}}'s answer.

"Hey..uhn..thanks." He muttered awkwardly, sitting up straight in his chair. "You know..from sign up to be my lawyer." He said offering a crooked, awkward but with a trave of kindness smile. "Government lawyers are more on my parents' side than on my defense." Lyle muttered with a ironic tone, his white teeth shining against the large yellow bulb installed in the pretentious chandelier, for a moment managing to ignore the tension of the trial and the noisy thoughts that occupied his messy mind, For a minute he was able to stop feeling disgusted and disgusted with himself, thinking that he was actually a monster or a coward. Finally forgetting that everyone saw him as a threat.