Peter, oh geez, Cassie could think of several guys named Peter right off the top of her head. Peter Parker, Peter Rasputin, Pete Wisdom. Well, he obviously wasn't Russian and huge, and he wasn't British and angry, so the latter two were out. It was possible that he was Spider-Man, she supposed, but he was so young. Maybe, if he was Parker, he hadn't become Spider-Man yet. Maybe he wasn't anyone special at all. It wasn't like she could get his last name without it seeming weird. He probably already thought she was being flirty. How embarrassing.
"It's nice to meet you, Peter," she said, still smiling, and then fell into an awkward silence.