The cab parked at the entrance to the church, I paid my commission and got out, looking at the time on my smartphone which I put on silent. I realized I was thirty minutes early and decided to go and sit on a public bench right next to the church, about a meter further on, just opposite, was a gym, and judging by the quality of the building I could see, I'd deduce that a workout in this gym was worth five or even ten times my monthly salary. My doubts were confirmed when I saw a very large black car with smoked windows drive through me to park just outside the building's parking lot, and when the passenger-side rear door opened, my heart missed a beat, no, I think it literally fell into my stomach, out stepped a handsome man dressed in immaculate white cotton jogging shorts and a white t-shirt, probably 1.95 m tall or even two, so tall you'd think he'd touch the sky if he raised his hand, with hair as black as ebony, lush and shiny from where I was standing, I couldn't see his hairstyle very well. . However, it looked impeccable, so he opened the rear trunk of his vehicle and took out a bag, which he handed to a man I assumed to be his chauffeur, dressed to the nines in a black suit with big muscles, who immediately headed for the club entrance with a slight nod of his head. The Apollon leaned back on his vehicle and, in a well-calculated movement, brought his hand up to his lips and then away from them, before tilting his head skywards and spitting out a cloud of smoke. I stared at him, watching him as if obsessed by his slow movements and calculating posture, from which emanated an aura of danger, power and strength. I was probably overdoing it, but this man had captured more than just my attention. I'd go so far as to say my entire being, and on his third bite he turned his head towards me as if he'd felt the weight of my gaze on him, so I turned my head the other way in shame and hurriedly closed my mouth with an unpleasantly dry sensation in my throat. How long had I kept my mouth open watching him? I immediately wiped the corner of my mouth for fear of having drooled. Had he really felt my gaze on him? I turned my gaze towards him again, his head was now turned towards me while continuing to smoke his cigarette. From where I was-I couldn't make out the features of his face or tell if he was actually looking at me, or if he was just looking at the landscape to his right. Maybe he hadn't even noticed my presence. But I only had eyes on him, admiring his milky skin that left no doubt that he knew very little about the sun, his every gesture seemed so controlled, I can't describe how long I watched him, but the alarm on my phone signaled that it was already time for me to go and praise God, and thank him for having allowed me to meet Apollo; with him alone, I'd already filled my monthly quota for admiring nature's masterpieces.
On my way home, I was driving through the streets of the city and the other men I saw in the city seemed quite bland compared to Apollo. Unfortunately, when I left mass, I didn't see his car anymore. I was quite disappointed. During the whole mass my thoughts were all turned towards him, I wasn't concentrating, I even regretted not having stayed outside to watch him until he left - it would have been the same thing again, because I was only physically present in the church, all my thoughts were turned towards him, as if he'd sucked out my spirit, soul and body with every drag of his cigarette. I continued to wander the streets of Sandton until my belly screamed hunger, I went to a supermarket for a snack, then when the sun began to decline, I took a cab back to the reality from which I had escaped, my reality.