Apollo, currently wearing white sweatpants and no shirt, sits in a café, sipping his coffee. Bright, demanding sunlight streams through the ceiling-to-wall windows and pours onto the people within the area. People give him strange looks for such an outfit choice, but he doesn't care. He's the sun god, after all. They can't change what he wears - only he can. if he wishes. He sips his coffee again, looking out to his right as he watches the busy streets of New York. Despite the sunlight, it's winter. And a sunlit winter day is just gorgeous. The front doors make a ding sound, and he looks up, his eyes finding whoever walked in.