Stay right there

This alleyway is pretty empty. It makes sense to just stay right here and not move. Assuming - desperately - that this is just some temporary effect of the drink, it's probably better to just wait for it to pass, right?

So you try keep to the shadows, fighting to not just bolt out the alleyway and talk to the first person you see - even going so far as to squeeze your eyes closed.

But then, a voice breaks you out of it, and you blurt out: "What would your perfect partner be like?"