He had promised Malia that he would take her out to a proper dinner. He'd bought her cheese fries from the bar and tacos from a street vender after they fucked one another, but he hadn't taken her out for a real meal. The timing could not have been more imperfect. Since that night, Sterling had turned up alive. He felt bad that he had betrayed his boyfriend like he had. At the time, he had thought that Sterling was dead. Now he knows that Sterling was alive the whole time...he just didn't know it. He felt guilty about his night with Malia and hadn't yet told Sterling about it. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject. "Hey...I fucked someone else while I thought you were dead" just didn't seem like the right thing to say. And so he had kept it a secret.
He had promised that he would take Malia to a nice restaurant some time ago so he figured he would follow up on that promise. They were going as friends (at least in his mind). However, it was a nice restaurant and he had warned Malia that she needed to dress up.
Stepping out of the apartment he shared with Sterling, he walked towards the east side wearing a nice pair of slacks and a dress top with a tie. While he didn't have a jacket on, he still looked nice. His hair was combed and neat and he looked quite handsome. Once at the restaurant, he stood awkwardly outside, waiting for Malia to show up. He hoped this wouldn't be an awkward meeting.