Athena…

At midday, Athena stood impatiently, as she waited for her bus to arrive at her designated stop. She wore a black zip-up, knee length skirt that swayed freely in the mid-fall breeze. The auburn-haired young adult managed to pull off a white button-up t-shirt, underneath her favorite antique brass colored cardigan. Her collar was placed simply over and on top of the cardigan, topped off with a key shaped, golden necklace, given to her by her father, five months before his death.

Athena began to walk back and forth around the perimeter of the stop, stepping in light puddles where her white Adidas sneakers were bound to get stained. Athena had her hair pulled up in her usual messy bun, with a little maroon colored bow placed beautifully on the side. The wind blows furiously in her direction, causing her sensitive, hazel eyes to water continuously.

Athena rose onto the bus, as it has finally come to her stop, ten minutes late. She sat in the farthest seat from the driver; as independent as she could possibly be, so that she could mentally prepare for her interview without disturbance of any sort. Athena wiped the tears from her face as she took a seat, leaving her beautiful, natural face shining from the glowing sun that was radiating on her. She doesn’t wear any makeup, as she believes that self-image is a significant part to help find her true self.

As she waited patiently, Athena got a phone call from her mother. She immediately answered the phone and spoke in a soft, calm tone; yet, her heart raced so intensely; she thought there was an emergency. It seems as if she has already practiced what she means to speak, as her words spontaneously flowed into sentences; no hesitation or mumbles. She spoke with a British- American accent; very appealing. Athena sighed in relief and she ended the call. Her mother’s intention to call was to wish her luck before her interview; the life-changing interview.

The bus slowly began to populate itself with more passengers each time it arrived at another stop. The individuals who sat across from Athena glanced in her direction and smile. They saw a young, beautiful lady, who rose her head confidently and, without a doubt, puts a smile on the faces of those who glance in her direction. People are comfortable sitting near her, as they do not feel afraid or cautious; yet, inspired just looking at the way she sat with such elegance.

Athena rose from her seat to exit the transit bus, as it had arrived at the station. She proceeded to walk, gracefully and poised, greeting her fellow passengers with a simple smile as she walked by, and finally, thanked the driver respectfully.

Apollo…

Apollo walked the streets of the city, his mindset mild and calm. He viewed his surroundings, as he glanced at the many individuals who had fear written in their eyes, as they walk by him in the open street. He believed that there is no fear in this world, but the fear we create on our own.

Apollo crossed the street with the crowd of pedestrians up ahead. He managed to slip smoothly between everyone, without the slightest touch on anyone’s shoulder. Nobody noticed him in the crowd. He was normal, average, and unnoticed.

He wore a black and white suit; classic fit top that helped him maintain a clean body shape, with black, flat front pants. It was easy and comfortable to wear.  He walked with speed; a quick, steady pace. Apollo walked with his shoulders back, relaxed; he swayed his arms, very calm and concentrated. It seemed as if he was in a rush to be somewhere, every time he roams the streets of the city. He walks with such speed.

Apollo’s hair stayed structured, untouched, even when the cold breeze passed by. He pulled off the sharp and classy look; especially, with his dark-brown classic haircut, jelled back perfectly to the left side. He created a sudden wave of caution and insecurity, as he walks by other individuals, with his appearance. While passing the market, Apollo noticed several homeless citizens sitting hopelessly on the cold, cement floor. With no hesitation, he dropped a five-dollar bill in each case, rarely making direct eye contact with the receiver, leaving his act of kindness anonymous.

A ringing sound broke the silence in his mind; a phone call from his manager. He spoke with a quiet, slow voice, aware of is surroundings, knowing who can hear him, and who cannot. He did not speak of anything confidential, or anything that can make the people around him question the discussion. After ending the call, he continued to make his way across town.

Apollo was on his way to meet someone, with the intention of being early, as he is never late to any occasion or event. Leaving a positive and good impression on everyone is a skill that he has mastered and will always strive for.

A man walking in front of him trips over a cup of coffee left deserted on the ground. He laid helplessly and embarrassed on the ground. Apollo instantly stepped over the man and continued to walk. Helping the poor man up will bring attention to himself; he cannot afford to be noticed. All he can think about is making it to his friend. His body was on the street, but his mind was focused on this significant meeting.

~hK

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