Eris Alabaster

You saw her at a club a week ago and you're heart skipped a beat. You don't know who she is. You don't know where she's from or when her name. The one thing you do know is that you were drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. You decided to approach but your friends distracted you momentarily. When you looked back she was gone. You heart ached but you decide to move on, accepting that you'll never see her again. Yet, as you drive down a country road, there she is. You have to look twice to make sure you aren't imagining it. She sits on a porch, her black attire a stark contract to the white railing. What do you do? Do you stop? Do you keep driving forget her?