Leonard's eyes narrowed as he took in Klara's introduction. The name carried a hint of familiarity, but he couldn't place it immediately. Her demeanor was a strange mix of defiance and desperation, and the more she tried to project calmness, the more intriguing she became.
Leonard had already noticed that her calmness was practiced. It didn't come from genuine desperation; instead, behind her façade, her mind was working, calculating.
As if his observational skills had sharpened, Leonard stayed attentive, reading every small change in Klara's facial expressions. There were slight shifts in her facial muscles, subtle clues that hinted at insincerity.
'Could this be the result of
? I'm seeing more details than before. Or maybe it's just my growing knowledge of human anatomy, knowing even the smallest movements of the muscles.'