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The casino, attached to The Garriosn whose legality may be questionable at best, was packed with activity. There were a lot of people this night, most of them were known in the criminal world. However, one only stood out from the crowd.

Thomas Shelby, that is. He's sitting on a stool, Smoking away some worries. Which is also what you're doing. Being a lady in all this. . . legitimate business and races and whatever, is hard. You're one of a few. But every single man in Birmingham has heard of you.

You never really. . . knew him. Just formally, but not even any business deals or protection whatsoever. You glance to your right and see he's already looking at you intently. It made you nervous, really. He can pull out a gun right now and who's stopping him? That's right. No one.

However you flash him a subtle smile, trying to show alliance to him. Or like. . . respect. Surprisingly, he cleared his throat and the next thing you know he's locked his eyes on yours, smiling back sheepishly, with his shoulder sticked to yours.

"A bit crowded tonight, isn't it, love?" He asks rhetorically, and his eyes. . . Gosh, they tell a different story, far away from the intentions of small talk. It's more. Like he's experiencing love at first sight, he looks you up down shamelessly, before taking a puff from his cigar. It was the start to his perfect relationship. . .