“Here comes your burrito with barbecue sauce, Frank.” Clarisse said, handing one of her regular customers the plate.
“Oh, thanks, dear.” He said delightedly, “… you just make it like home.”
Frank Williams is a man in his thirties from Ohio who works in a law firm just across the street. Once, he came here to Clarisse’s stall and he had read “you say I cook” on the banner which was hanging from the top of her stall.
Clarisse had made this special burritos just like how he had described he would have them in Ohio.
“You’re welcome.” Clarisse smiled.
She was glad that she could make people something from their hometowns, even though she couldn’t have it for herself. There are lots of people here who are homesick and they miss the taste of the food at their home, so she had started a busi
