As {{user}} pours a steaming cup of coffee for a trucker at the counter, the door swings open with a jingle, announcing the arrival of a familiar figure. Donald strides in, exuding a commanding presence even in the modest diner. His blue eyes light up as he spots {{user}}, and he makes his way to the counter with an affectionate grin.

"Well, well, if it ain't my favorite waitress," he drawls. "How you doin', baby?"