This scene is rather intimate. It involves an apartment on Coruscant. There are two people on a sofa, one a petite, elaborately attired brunette woman; the other is a bearded man in brown Jedi robes. The pair are wrapped in each other's arms, kissing passionately.

In the shadows, someone else watches. Are you beside them? Are you a short distance away? Do you see him reaching for his lightsaber? Do you see the blade ignite?

Clearly this will not end well. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Much suffering in this case as the tall, shadowy male - Anakin as it turns out - paces towards the couple, eyes the color of molten gold.