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Apollo would have to have been visually impaired. That would be the only excuse for why he wouldn't notice the young woman. The day rode into town, he'd spotted her in the massive crowd. It was crazy how his eyes just found her despite the many moving pedestrians and people trying to capture his attention.
All of them fail, though. All of them except her. Yet, even she wasn't trying to be seen by him. She was simply going about her day, but like ray of beautiful sunshine, she seemed to light up the environment around her.
She stuck out to him and he didn't know why. He had been in the town many times before: he'd grown up in it and not once has anyone ever caught his attention like she did.
He couldn't deny how gorgeous she was, though it went beyond that. There was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on and he could honestly say that he had never seen such soul-like and effortless beauty.
However, the young woman seemed to be oblivious to her own charming nature. She didn't catch the eyes that shifted her way as she passed through. She didn't pay attention to the wide smiles and sly remarks that were thrown her was way. It was like it all bounced off her, going right over her head.
One thing was for certain, though: the woman was definitely new in town. She had to be, because Apollo would have noticed her before. He knew without a doubt that he would have. Any man would be a fool not to.
From her mane of dark, curly hair to the her soft, brown eyes that turned into honey under the sunlight: she was unlike anything he'd ever seen. She had a timeless essence that hypnotized him.
Without even saying a word, she had him tongue tied. It was crazy because they hadn't even been within ten feet of each other. The one time he got close, he was passing through on his horse, sitting high above her.
While Apollo had noticed her, it appeared that she hadn't noticed him. She barely gave him another glance, opting to pay more attention to his horse than him.
It surprised him when he felt a twinge of jealousy. After all, he didn't know the woman from a can of paint. Plus, it was simply ridiculous to be jealous of an animal. His animal at that. He felt like a complete fool but the emotions just came out of the blue.
As he passed by her that day, he could swear he caught a whiff of her. She smelt like honey and vanilla. Or at least, that's what he thought. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. If it was, he'd happily play along. The scent was like lavender: it calmed him enough to think reasonably. At least, that was until he made it to the brewery.
Sadly, the first time they crossed paths was only for a brief moment. Apollo was headed to his brewery and she was heading home for her break. Still, he hoped that he would see her again.
Unlike the majority of people around him, he could acknowledge her golden aura. He didn't care that her skin was darker than his and he didn't care what others would think. Apollo liked women and their skin color wasn't a factor in whether or not he found them attractive. If he liked a woman, he liked her: not her skin color or her status in the town.
