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.