"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.." A small smile appeared on her precious lips and her gaze went down to her hands.

"That's a wonderful way to put it." He agreed and leaned back against the cold wooden bench. The park was quiet, the world was sleeping.

"If you were lonely, what would you say to the moon?'' He questioned and slightly tilted his head to look her way. She just shrugged her shoulders and kept her eyes focussed on her hands.

''I suppose I would tell the moon how my day went,'' She paused for a brief moment to look at him. ''And would ask her for a special someone like you.'' Her small smile widened, as the ends of her lips curled up even more. A subtle sparkle could be found in her eyes, or maybe it were the reflections of the stars.