I walked up to him.
Seeing as I wasn't drooling and/or attempting to molest him, he let me approach, glancing warily.
I took a seat and smiled pleasantly.
"Hello"
I said, and he jumped.
I inwardly chuckled a bit.
"Are you one of those screaming... fangirls that seem to take a delight in invading my personal space?' he asked cautiously.
I tilted my head and answered
"That depends... I do scream on occasion, and I suppose I would call myself a fangirl, although if I was going to stalk anybody, it would be a Harry Potter actor. But you don't see me stalking Daniel Radcliffe, do you? Actually, if I was going to stalk any HP actor, it would be Emma Watson. I mean, have you seen that girl? As for taking a delight in invading your personal space, I don't do it that often, and usually only when I first meet someone."
He blinked.
"What... are you?"
he asked, seeming confused.
"Just a rose on a star" I said, smiling bitterly.
"Or, rather a fox among a million other foxes, that's a bit more accurate. No one has ever tamed me, though and being wild is-" I cut myself off.
He looked at me, and I looked right back, quietly.
Then he got up and left silently, and I sat for a little while longer.
When it was all silent again, I smiled, bittersweet and said
"Ah, Little Prince, do you even have a star to go to? That's alright, because everyone here's a star, burning fast and bright, and you'll find yourself one for your own soon enough. I wonder, though, if it's worth having a star, when they blink out so fast, and will you sit there in the galaxy alone? Nevermind, just a thought."