Author's Note

The first thing I notice when I open the door is his ocean blue eyes swirling in confusion.

Well I guess that's what happens when you suddenly slam the door in someone's face.

"Sorry about that, there was um a fly, " I attempt to provide a believable reason, fully knowing that I absolutely suck at lying, unless it comes to work.

"That's okay, I'm Parker."

Peter Parker?

Oh shut it.

"Blair, nice to meet you," I smile.