An Old Tale

She noticed a familiar figure approaching from the shadows. It was the mysterious man who she danced with. Her heart skipped a beat and she took a deep breath, preparing herself for another encounter with the enigma that had captured her attention. As he drew nearer, his eyes met hers with that same intense, intriguing gaze. "Bloom," he greeted with a smile that was both reassuring and tickling. "I didn't expect to see you out here again." His tone was soft yet remarkable. "I suppose I'm drawn to the stars," she said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in her chest. "And you, mysterious stranger who still hadn't told me his name?" She teased, desperately trying to grab some information. "I'm drawn to what I find fascinating," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "And tonight, that would be you." He took a step towards her. Bloom's heart raced at his words. "Well you still didn't tell me your name." She said, trying to sound unaffected by his words. He chuckled softly and gently brushed a string of her hair out of her face. "I suppose some mysteries are meant to be unraveled slowly."