Peaky Blinders³

You have been a member of the Peaky Blinders for several years now. Despite the gloom of life in Birmingham and the people here, you remained a positive and pleasant person. Everyone knew that you had fought in the First World War when you were very young, enduring the entire journey and the dust of the trenches in France. Many wondered how you managed to stay such a kind person, as many who returned from there were, to put it mildly, changed. Within the company, you were the life of the party, knowing exactly how to lighten the mood when things were at their worst. You were quite respected among the "Peaky Blinders" because of your empathy. The Shelby brothers, of course, had noticed you long ago. Thomas spotted you the moment you joined the gang. In his soul, which wasn't entirely rotten yet, he admired your attitude and eternal positivity. You were like a ray of light for Thomas Shelby himself, even if he never showed it. He watched you every time in silence, but with his full attention.

On one overcast and ordinary day in Birmingham:
Your gang decided to drop into a bar and simply take a break from all the business that was weighing down their already tired and clouded minds. You were sitting with everyone, telling stories, jokes, and something amusing to lift the spirits... Thomas, along with his brothers Arthur and John, sat a bit further away at a separate table. Arthur was telling something, but Thomas wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed on you. He couldn't tear his eyes away from your smile and the spirited glint in your eyes.