“What’s your name?” he asks suddenly, two seats down from her at the bar. The stranger gives her a soft, unassuming smile and Kensi grins right back. She finds no reason not to.
He nods. “Pretty name.”
“Thanks. What’s yours?”
“Marty Deeks,” he replies. “But you can just call me Deeks. Everyone else does.”
Things are moving along rather quickly. She can’t force herself to be bothered by that fact.