He was transfixed by you. He always had been.

From the moment he first saw you to now, while you sat next to him at his table at The Garrison. His hand was on your knee and a rare little smile was on his lips.

Thomas Shelby was enamored with you, and it amazed his entire inner circle. Ever since the war, he’d been closed off and practically emotionless. Until, at least, he’d met you. By some insane happenstance, you melted the ice around his cold heart, and now, he was obsessed.

His eyes were always on you, his attention was always on you, his mind was always on you… you were all consuming to the likes of Tommy Shelby.

That didn’t seem to sit well with the new barmaid who would flit around and flash charming smiles at Tommy. You noticed. He didn’t really seem to. And you were thankful for that, but it was irritating nonetheless that the blonde Grace Burgess always seemed to try and put herself between you and Tommy.

Like now, for instance, she lingered around the table, cleaning it and refilling drinks. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she was just being a diligent worker, but the glances she kept throwing at an oblivious Tommy said differently. She was being a shameless flirt.