Chipotle Burrito Order
“Hi, how are you doing today?” the worker said,
greeting me with a bright but tired smile
from behind the long counter.
“Good, how are you?” I replied hungrily,
my eyes fixed on the delicious ingredients
laying neatly in organizers before me.
It had been a long Monday,
and a warm burrito was all that I needed.
“Amazing!” She then asked,
“What can I get you started with today?”
Her voice cut through the silence
as I scanned the ingredients and menu.
“Can I have a chicken burrito, please?” I said,
watching her grab a tortilla
and warm it until steam gently rose out.
“Yes, of course!
Would you like white or brown rice?”
“White, please.” I answered confidently,
knowing it was my favorite choice and the best base
to my burrito order.
“Black or pinto beans?” she then asked again,
spreading a spoonful of white rice
across the warm tortilla.
“Black. Can I also have some fajitas too?
“Of course!” she responded.
The peppers and onions spilled across the tortilla,
their colors bringing the tortilla to life.
Their appetizing aroma filled the store.
She slid the burrito down the counter
to the toppings section.
“Now, what salsas and toppings
would you like?”
“I would like some pico de gallo,
a dash of medium salsa,
corn salsa,
lettuce,
cheese,
and guac,” I said.
Saying my order felt like a piece of cake now
since it had been engrained in my head
since my first time in Chipotle.
I watched as each ingredient
landed perfectly on top of each other,
mixing colorful and bright salsas together
to form layers of beautiful and delicious
textures and tastes.
“Is that all for today?” she asked,
preparing to wrap everything
into a burrito.
“Yes, thank you!” I exclaimed,
very pleased about my choices.
I was already thinking about the first bite.
With quick, practiced movements,
she tightly folded the tortilla around the ingredients,
rolling it to the perfect shape,
making sure nothing fell out.
“Have a great day!” the worker said,
handing me the finished burrito.
“Thank you, you too!” I replied happily.
I couldn’t wait to eat.
I quickly stepped outside with a bag in my hand.
The warmth of the burrito lingered through the foil,
and the smell of the grilled chicken and spices
followed me back home.
