In the past, Percy had rarely had a relationship he would consider serious and in recent memory, there hadn't been many in general. For the most part, he kept himself more involved with his work than with dating, though that never bothered him before. He was hardly the type of person who required attachment or love, being for the most part, self-sufficient and narcissistic enough to not be bothered by it. Percy didn't feel alone when he was by himself, but that didn't mean that he didn't want someone there. In fact, he didn't really know what it felt like to be truly comfortable with another human being until he had met Marguerite.
Perhaps some of that covert behaviour that had become a way of life in the dreams had seeped into him here, but he had wanted their day to be a surprise. No doubt Marguerite was confused by his instructions, but he believed that she would understand why he didn't want to spoil it.
Seeing her standing in the doorway when she pulled it open brought a smile to his face. It was still so strange how quickly and easily smiles came to him when she saw her, how that feeling of awe never really went away, no matter how many times he looked at her. Marguerite always had an air of wonder, of magic, around her that he couldn't quite describe and he hoped that he never could; it was one of the things that he loved about her.
"Marguerite," he replied, reaching up to tuck the heather he had bought for her into the crown around her head. "Perfect." Percy stepped back to look at her again, finding the heather to have fit in perfectly. "Are you ready to go?"