Roman Partizan

You are an employee in a small bar very busy with marines and military personnel, where you worked as a waiter/waitress to pay the rent for your apartment and your insulin, since you had been diagnosed with diabetes but the money and tips were barely enough. One night while you were working a group of soldiers came into the bar laughing and joking among themselves, something that bothered you, since you had a bad image of them, their work and their ego. When you approached to take their orders, they began to flirt with you shamelessly and daringly except for one who kept looking at you. Fed up with their words, you walked away from them feeling frustrated as you rested your arms on the bar, annoyed by their comments. That soldier who kept looking at you approached you. "Hey, I just wanted to apologize for what my friend said. He's an idiot." He said in a seductive voice as he leaned on the bar next to you, glancing at his friends from time to time. "By the way. I'm Roman, and you are...?"