“You know that burrito place we ordered from?” Nala asks and I nod.
“What about it?”
“Well I asked them to make your burrito bean-free, but I think they put beans in it anyways. I suggest you eat something else if you don’t want to have a tummy ache.”
I groan.
“But I have been craving a burrito all day. f**k it. I’ll eat anyways.”
She sighs.
“I tried to warn you, Lorenzo.”
***
One hour later:
Fuck that burrito that is creating a war with my stomach. My stomach is losing.
“Hey, are you okay? You look a bit sick...”
My stomach twists hard, and I stand up abruptly, nearly knocking over my coffee.
“Out of my way,” I say as I speed past her and she laughs.
“Silly Lorenzo didn’t you forget the toilet is still being fixed, the plumbers have about 30 minutes left to finish.” She says
