Thomas Shelby

All time great

another inhale of smoke , feet dragging a bit (perhaps purposefully?) in the gravel. they’re on her street now. “ a little , when i’ve the time. nothin’ i’d recommend—- i’m partial t’my gothic romances. “ a simper , she passes the cigarette once more. “ and you? ”

she dimples under his gaze this time , eyes downcast as she takes the smoke back. her stride is a tad more meandering , as if waiting for something. but what that something is remains to be seen. well—- who’s grace kidding? it’s him to speak!

decidedly 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the answer she wants , but grace accepts it anyway with a tentative nod. once lit , she takes a drag. his brand’s a little strong for her tastes. an exhale , the woman then passes it over. only seems the natural thing to do.

a murmured thanks as she takes the cigarette , fingers brushing briefly. “ you’re a bookmaker , right? ” she waits for a light. “ how does one get in t’that sort of business? ” a little heavy handed on the questioning , she realizes. hopefully he takes it in stride.

an agreeing hum. they walk in silence a few paces , grace still unsure if she should fill it. the urge to is ever present , especially when she’s nervous. thankfully they’re not far from her flat. “ and your work? is it hard? seems so , t’me. ”