Maybe because of Alvin's gaze, the girl looked a little panicked. She covered her collar with her right hand and hurried away.
Alvin didn't chase after her. As someone who'd lived two lives, he didn't think there was any need to act like some hot-blooded young man and pounce on every girl he saw.
Besides, judging by her appearance, she was probably a school staff member or a teacher. Alvin was even less in a hurry. She was part of the school, after all. Why should he, the principal, be anxious?
Alvin, who'd been in a bad mood because his lunch business had been interrupted, felt better again.
It was Frank's time now, and the principal shouldn't hang around and get in the way. He said goodbye to Mrs. Wilson, then took little Ginny home beneath her reluctant gaze.
For Alvin, today had been a perfect day—apart from those three unlucky gang leaders. But they'd paid the price already, hadn't they?
Over the next few days, Alvin went to the school every day to look around, but he never ran into that girl again. Maybe she'd seen him and avoided him.
Alvin didn't go looking up information about her. It would've been easy, but he didn't think it was necessary. As long as she was at the school, they'd cross paths eventually. He wasn't desperate to find himself a girlfriend.
Things were good as they were. Alvin enjoyed the feeling—not the feeling of being in love, exactly, but a certain kind of anticipation. Life was hard enough; you had to create a few surprises for yourself, didn't you?
This went on until Pepper called to tell him that Stark had been kidnapped.
At a U.S. military base in Afghanistan, Alvin was received by a Black Man named Rhodey,