The time had passed slowly and quickly after that dinner almost six months ago. It had been fast when he'd been at work, and slow when he'd been home. For some reason Marcus couldn't help but admire how much effort she'd put into his place, keeping it nice and tidy, presentable. He'd even had guests over at one point and they'd commented her positively for keeping the house in such good shape. When it had begun nearing Valentine's Day in february, he had thought about it a lot. Though he wanted to give her a gift that day, he wasn't sure if she would appreciate it. He bit his lower lip while he'd been out in his lunch breaks, trying to find a gift for her. Though he'd finally found the perfect one, and without hesitation, he'd bought it. It was hidden away inside the locked drawer in his desk, and as he pulled up that day, getting out of his car and back into the house, he called out like usually. "I'm home!" Before getting out of his jacket, leaving his briefcase by the stairs to the second floor. "Smells delicious." He said, smiling as he got into the dining room, seeing her finishing up with the table there.