In the heat of a moment

To the gorgeous afro-wearing lady in red: I’m not letting go

We had a moment there
My heart flickered
You blushed
The moment was simply divine
Seeing you felt strangely familiar
Seeing you for the first time felt scripted
Yet I hadn’t auditioned for this love-struck part
Now that we have come this far, the show must go on
What is your name there?
What's your story, babygirl?
You looked angelic
I love the delightful red dress with the white stripes
Do you listen to good soul music?
You are my K-Michelle
My Keiysha Cole
My Tinashe
My Nina Simone.
You are my Nao
Should I holla if I see you again?
Should I?
What is a man to do in the heat of a moment?