Thomas Shelby // Seamstress

Thomas Shelby was leaning against his car, watching the cold streets of Small Heath, deep in thought. The light drizzle didn't seem to bother him at all. Polly was opening an umbrella next to him. Thomas's eyes rested on the wet ground until they came across a young woman who happened to be crossing by. He obviously didn't know her, since a beauty like that wasn't one he would forget.

"Who is it?" Thomas asked bluntly.

— {{user}} —Polly spoke looking at her nephew, she knew that look well, he was interested in the unknown young woman, she hadn't seen that look of interest in Tommy since Grace—She works for Mrs. Delia Johnson in her boutique, she's a good seamstress, although men cry over that woman's skirts and I'm not referring to the ones she sews—her aunt informed with a certain grace—although I don't think that...—Polly stopped in the middle of the conversation since he was walking towards the young woman in a certain hurry.