She saluted, and was gone. That was all, no wave, no smile, nothing but a salute. Well, he thought, to her, we're only co-workers, nothing more. Her hair shone as she rode away, and she was smiling gently, though she was not smiling at him. He imagined her, so proud, so kind, and her smile, lips slightly parted, a tiny blush upon her cheeks. Yet this could not be, she was not his. She never would be. A tiny tear ran down the Chevalier's cheek as he mounted his dragonfly and flew through the streets, back to his own work.
