That's a waiter or a bartender or something. Perhaps he comped Lee's meal.
Indeed, the person on hand was none other than Harvey Mastel. The poor sap worked his butt off as a waiter in order to pay for his monthly chemo treatments. It completely made his day to finally be able to meet one of his bodybuilding idols before the inevitable came to happen. In his position and with the extenuating circumstances following his story, I think it was only fair (and could have only brought good to the sport) that any professional bodybuilder be willing for Harvey to not only touch their muscles, but, dare I even say, allowed for him to caress their testicles with his tongue.
In loving memory of Harvey,
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