Marcie stopped abruptly when she was interrupted. Apollo was the last person she'd been expecting to see here today, and him popping up so suddenly threw her off her rhythm.
For a moment, she was tempted to pretend she didn't remember his name, but that would've been pointless. Who would have forgotten him?
"What are you doing here?" she asked bluntly, feeling self-consciously sweaty and puffed from a workout not yet completed. "Why are you here?"