The accent was warm and soft and undeniably Northern. When I turned around, I was staring into a pair of beautiful crystal-blue eyes. Wow, I whispered. I scanned the paint swatches, wondering if such a shade of blue would look good on the exterior of my house. Mr. Johnson said you might need help selecting paint. Its impossible, I muttered. I just wanted to buy some blue paint. Why is this so complicated? The handsome man stepped closer to my side. It isnt, really. Just pick what you like. I like crystal-blue. Luckily, I didnt say those words aloud.