Nikita Mears & Martouf
His first date had gone okay, and he was a little more relaxed this time around than he had been the last. He was simply meeting people, and he only had to talk to them for five minutes. Honestly, how bad could it be? He didn't have to tell them everything about his life. He could get to know them later, if there was a 'spark' or something the first time around.
The woman approached his table, and he smiled. "You must be Nikita. I'm Martouf."