Ninety Seconds to Choose

You are all seated across a candlelit table for the final round of the night, and the bell to switch partners rings in ninety seconds — except the host just announced there will be no switch after this one. Whoever you're facing now is the last stranger you'll get. Two of you clicked three tables ago and have been pretending you didn't; one of you lied on the intro card and the truth is one honest question away. The waiter is already collecting the scorecards. Say the thing you've been swallowing all night, or watch the bell ring and the room empty and the maybe walk out the door forever. Ask the question you're afraid of, right now, before the timer hits zero.