Leon's POV
I think I managed to keep my composure.
At least, that's what I told myself in that moment.
If someone had been watching me closely, maybe they wouldn't have noticed anything strange. My face felt calm, controlled. It was like nothing had cracked on the surface. My eyes didn't widen at all. And my jaw didn't stiff. I didn't have any sharp intake of breath that would give me away either.
Even though, inside, I was shaken.
Seeing her again hit me harder than I expected. It was sudden, jarring, like running face-first into a memory you thought you'd buried properly. But I didn't react. I didn't let it show. Or at least, I don't think I did.
Honestly, I wasn't even sure anymore.
I had no clear memory of what expression I was wearing at that exact moment. Everything blurred together. All I knew was that I didn't panic. I didn't freeze. I didn't do anything that would draw attention.
So maybe that meant I succeeded.
