Our First Encounter

Under the night sky, I found myself on a bench, captivated by the stars' shimmer. Suddenly, a mysterious presence settled beside me. As we silently admired the stars, the stranger shattered the quiet with an unexpected line:

"Hey Ms., are the stars tonight competing with your sparkle? Because in my eyes, you outshine them all."

I glance around, unsure of the cue, realizing he's talking to me.

With a smirk, I reply, in a tone quite divine,

"Well, mister, are you an eclipse? Because your attempt at shining is temporarily blocking my interest."