Wilma wrote down everything that he had wanted, stopping when again, he had ordered a rare steak. Raising a brow, she looks up at the gentleman and gives a small laugh and shakes her head as she writes down a rare steak before putting the pen behind her ear and tears off the slip. "Ya know, sweetheart? One of these days you are gonna get very sick if you keep eatin' all of this rare meat." She gives him a wink before walking over to the cooks counter and hangs up the slip before dinging the bell. She yells back at the cook that he needed to move his ass with the orders before grabbing a cup and the pot of coffee.
She sets down the mug and starts to pour the hot coffee in front of him. "Headed home, huh? And where is home, sugar?" Wilma made sure to keep a conversation with the people she waited on. That was what made her love her job. There were different people that she met every day and of course, she had her regulars that loved her all the more. "Unless it's some kind of a secret. In that case, I'm good at keepin' them" She gives him one of her signature, dazzling white smiles as she hands off the pot of coffee to one of the passing waitresses to go and fill up the cups she could. That what was so great of working here so long, Wilma was pretty much in charge and the waitresses knew not to talk back because she would only give it to them ten times more.
"I mean, this is what...my third time waiting on you? You're starting to become a regular here. Gotta know my patrons. So how about you tell me your name this time so I can address you properly the next time I order you a fresh cow."
She glances over at Callie to make sure that she was content before returning her attention back to the man in front of her.