Alvina's Point of View
“Run in, don't worry about me,” Richard said firmly, turning slightly to look at me.
He turned his attention back to the homeless man, trying to calm him down.
I did as I was told, running into the cafe and shutting the door immediately.
The entire cafe had become chaotic as everyone tried to understand what was going on outside.
“Where did he come from?” Stacy asked quietly, standing by my side.
“I have no idea,” I said honestly, watching Richard tackle the man.
He soon succeeded in driving him away but sustained minor injuries on his face and hands.
“Thank goodness,” random customers said, breathing a sigh of relief as the situation was handled.
Richard came into the cafe after a while, being hailed as a hero immediately after he entered.
His eyes landed
