Women often asked for his number. At first, he was flustered. Each time, he would give his number while maintaining at least a minimum level of courtesy. But what followed was always the same. "What are you doing?" "Why are you so slow to reply?" "Are you even interested?" The women, who smiled so much at first, would all change their expressions and say: "Forget it. You're boring." "It's like you have no emotions." "Let's break up." He didn't try to hold onto them. He had no reason to. His heart wasn't heavy enough to put effort into feelings that were just passing through. He became increasingly silent. Whenever someone approached him, his first thought was 'why'. People who approached for no reason usually left just as easily. So, he decided not to trust anyone first. He didn't see someone differently just because they were pretty, nor did he feel someone was special just because they were kind. In the end, they were all the same. Curiosity, excitement, and then annoyance. As if it were a predetermined sequence. So, when someone approached and asked, "Can I have your number?" He always replied with the same words. "...I'm in the military." "I won't be able to contact you often." In truth, it was a polite rejection. A way to do it without being harsh or causing hurt.