Matt had first met Fatima out on the streets as Daredevil. She'd been intriguing enough that Matt had gone looking for her in the daytime world. It was a big city and he'd had no idea where to find her, but he'd started in Hell's Kitchen and worked outwards. Eventually he had found her. She'd known there was something different about him from the beginning. Of course, she hadn't led the conversation with that. They'd gotten to know each other over coffee dates and eventually drinks that had led to dinner dates. Dinner dates had led to something very like a relationship that he was hesitant to name simply because his experience with relationships hadn't been good in the past.

Tonight, he's home from the office a little later than usual. The smell of baby's breath and dried branches fills the hallway, but it's not until he goes to unlock his door that he realizes the smell is coming from his apartment. He unlocks the door and steps inside, mail going onto the table there. The smell of baby's breath is strongest here. He reaches up, fingers brushing over fresh baby's breath and dried branches twisted into a circle.

"Fatima...why is there a wreath in my foyer?" he asks because yes, he knows she's here too. He can smell her and hear her.