Malcolm
Malcolm was pouting for the whole walk, salty things didn't go his way. Damn, he just wanted to sound confident and cool, but it totally backfired. Fucking Christ, he couldn't even back down now without looking like an ass.
He let her choose where to eat of course, and he didn't point out that the place was closed, for he was too busy wallowing in regret. He was surprised he heard a voice from behind the door, and even more surprised by the fact it open. Or rather, the person behind it.
Crap, she was hot. Calm down, just caalm down. Malcolm blushed at her sight and bit his tongue, was it even possible for someone to be this pretty? Shit, um, this just made him more self conscious about how he looked. He held Anastasia's hand that reached for her wallet, attempting to look cool and chivalrous. One will learn that it is difficult to look chivalrious when your ears are as red as hot coal,
"Do- don't pay. It's fine, I'm the one who settled for takeout, so um, I should pay." He stuttered, but tried really hard to keep composed.