Remus.

A crack Valkyrie fighter pilot entered the establishment. One by one
waitresses all stopped and admired the handsome man as he walked by.
One of them stopped in the middle of the aisle.

The Starfleet pilot hit the brakes as the red headed waitress
purred, "Hello Ryan."

He politely nodded his head, "Jaime, it's been a long time."

Jaime smirked and turned around as Ryan followed.

She showed his seat, Ryan sat down; the two converse for several
minutes before L-Ron walked over.

<Jaime, His Egotisticness wants to know why you're not working.>

The fair waitresses rolled her eyes and introduced the two, "L-Ron,
this is Ryan, a dear, ahem, sweet friend of mine."

<It's a pleasure to meet the Federation's finest,"> L-Ron replied as
his little optical sensors lit up, <And your name is?"

"Wolf. Ryan Wolf," Ryan returned.