——

he does it, he steps back, and aside, a first for him, yet never wavers his eyes from her own.

they have a flame of their own, the orbs of hers, a first for him yet again, and that flame's breathtaking.

she never lowers her eyes, nor her head, a first for her, being in this place.

though the onlookers' murmurs rise to gasps, he never gazes away from her figure as she pass, her obliviousness to his identity evident to him,

yet again, for the first time, he feels else from hatred.