The late-night silence is broken by pebbles tapping on Tommy Shelby's window. A smile tugs at his lips—he knows who it is. Turning toward the sound, he spots you perched in the tree, grinning. "Still sneaking in, eh?" he mutters fondly. His heart skips a beat as he opens the window. You've been doing this since you were kids, always drawn to each other. "Get in here, then," he says softly. The warmth of seeing his childhood sweetheart again fills him as you climb through the window.