Aunt May walks into Peter's room. Peter lies on his bed, flat on his stomach, sporting a blank expression.
AUNT MAY
Still glum about Gwen breaking up with you?
PETER
I'd rather not talk about it, Aunt May.
AUNT MAY
Well, get up, 'cause Anna Watson's niece is coming over.
PETER
Mary Jane? The ugly schoolgirl? Come on Aunt May, she's not my type. I'd rather just ask out Sally Avril.
AUNT MAY
Don't bother with that bluebird Sally. You should really meet Mary Jane!
The doorbell rings...
AUNT MAY
There she is. Go on, Peter!
Peter lets out an empty sigh. He walks down to the front door and grasps the doorknob, in anticipation of the possible horror that awaits him. He opens the door.
MARY JANE
I got it! How about, 'Face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot!'
Holy. S***. Before Peter Parker stands a red-headed bombshell, in a black shirt and astonishingly fair skin, talking into her stylish smart phone. Probably to her employer or something. She turns around, and Peter's jaw falls...
MARY JANE
Oh, hi there! You must be Peter!
She lets her phone off her ear to slowly glance into the house. Her enlightening smile turns into a cute look of curiosity.
MARY JANE
Is everything alright?
Peter is just stunned. At a loss for words. He was wrong. MARY JANE WATSON, once too unattractive and awkward in Peter's thoughts, is really just the pinnacle of beautiful red-heads. There are only few words to describe this beauty. Peter found the right one, and at the right moment, too.
PETER
Just... spectacular.