When you're someone like Thomas, you tend to recognize all the faces in Birmingham. Hell, he could probably recognize someone while on the train all the way up to London. If you had stepped foot in the area, he knew you. Which was why you were so unexpected for him. He didn't know you. He didn't recognize you. Hell, you didn't look like any British citizen he had ever seen. From the way you dressed, the way you carried yourself, and... the general way you looked, you were different. And this intrigued him, quite a lot. Enough that when he saw you at the Garrison, he decided then, he was approaching this time. Not waiting. "Thomas Shelby," He introduced himself in that brummie accent of his as he stared at you, properly taking in all your features while you sipped at your drink. "... And you are?" He asked, almost expectantly.