Angel Jones and her sickly mother moved to a small town in Birmingham in the early autumn of 1919. The only reason why they moved from their lovely country home was said by her mother. "A doctor there has new a medication for me to try. That way I will get better."
But the twenty six year old Angel didn't believe her. With how sick she is, a miracle would be the only way for her to get better.
Their new home in Birmingham couldn't be more different than the countryside she grew up in. The sky was grey, thick with smoke from the roaring factory, the ground was covered in dirt, grime and soot. Almost every person there seemed to never have any light if happiness in their eyes. And a pub where men where always going in and out getting a drink. It was nothing like the country.
Angel missed their small country home. The sky had no smoke, no loud factories that kept her up at night. Most of all she missed the orchard on the outskirts of the property where she climbed trees as a child. Her childhood home was her home no longer. Now this small town was to be her home and she was not happy about it.
Three days after moving into their new flat, Angel had to get some bread from the bakery and hopefully a new book. As she walked through the streets while daydreaming she ran into something. She looked up to see it wasn't something, but someone. "I am so sorry Sir." she says to the ocean eyed man.
"Your new around here." the man states the obvious.
"Yes. I'm Angel Jones." the brunette, grey eyed girl introduces herself.
"I'm Tommy Shelby." the man says looking down upon Angel.
"Well, I need to head to the bakery. Nice to meet you Mr Shelby." Angel says
"I hope to see you around Miss Jones." Tommy replies and Angel grins at him.
"I hope so too Mr Shelby." Angel says and starts on her walk to the bakery while Tommy walks off towards the Garrison for a drink.