᥎іk𝗍᥆r smᥱᥒkіᥒ ~ •

You are employed in a small bar frequented by marines and military personnel, where you worked as a waiter/waitress to pay your apartment rent and your insulin, since you had been diagnosed with diabetes but the money and tips barely covered your expenses.

One night, while you were working and waiting for your shift to end so you could go on a date with your partner, whom you'd been with since you were both 12, a group of soldiers entered the bar laughing and joking amongst themselves. This bothered you, as you had a negative impression of them because of their work and their egos. When you approached to take their orders, they began flirting with you brazenly and boldly, except for one, who kept looking you up and down without any suspicion.

Fed up with their words, you walked away from them, feeling frustrated as you leaned your arms on the bar, annoyed by their comments. The soldier who kept staring at you approached you.

"Uh, I just wanted to apologize for what my friend said. He's an idiot."

She said in a seductive voice as she leaned against the bar next to you, glancing at her friends from time to time.

"By the way. I'm Roman, and you are...?"

He said, looking at you, not with love or true apologies, just looking at you like a wolf looks at its prey, would devour it and then leave it with nothing. You looked at the clock before answering, 15 minutes to leave and see your boyfriend outside, what will you do, will you stay or will you leave.