I put a note on it that said "Do Not Touch" with almost no hope that it would be there when I came back. I tried convincing myself it would be alright.

I kept my eye on the burrito until the refrigerator light stopped reflecting off of its tin foil wrapping.

Our meeting ended and everyone broke for lunch. I rushed out of the conference room to beat the stampede, but I was too late -- the fridge didn't hold my beloved burrito.
I don't need it. I can live without the sliced seared steak, the braised black beans, rich red rice... The creamy cheese, and the spicy Sriracha sauce, all laced in a lime drizzle... What the hell am I saying? I need that burrito!!

I stomped out of the office kitchen and switched to tyranny mode.
"Did you take my burrito?!"
"No, sorry."
B****. I know she's lying.

I continued on my march to find the person who stole my love from me.
"Was it you? I KNOW it was YOU!"
"What are you talking about?"
"My burrito. I NEED my burrito!"
"Didn't even know you had a burrito, bro. Sorry."
Asshole.

I asked every other person in the office and no one knew where my burrito was.
"You took it, didn't you."
"Nope, sorry."
S***.
"What about you? Did you take it?"
"I'm just an intern..."
God damn it.

I went back to my cubicle and laid my head down on my desk.
I can't do this anymore. My burrito is gone. I'll never find it.
My phone started ringing. I couldn't deal with it. I ripped my phone from my pocket and threw it behind me.

I heard footsteps coming towards my office.
Don't come talk to me. Don't come talk to me.

"Hey, Dan, is this your phone?"
I turned around and my eyes lit up. That's my f***ing burrito! He has my burrito!!
"Your phone is ringing. Also, this is yours. It  was on my burrito."
He handed me a note that said "Do Not Touch".
F***.