Camila's POV
After I ended the call with Henry, hunger gnawed at me. I went to the fridge, only to find that I was out of meat and that was exactly what I was craving. My stomach growled in protest as I pondered my options. It was too late for grocery shopping, and I didn't feel like ordering in. More than anything, I longed for the comfort of cooking something myself.
Then an idea struck. I remembered the black beans in my pantry. Digging a little deeper, I found rice, onions, garlic, cumin, and chili powder. Perfect. I could make black beans and rice burritos. It wasn't meat, but it was hearty and satisfying.
