She walks in, sits down, and puts her lunch bag on the table. Then she takes off her blazer and hangs it on the back of her chair. Looking around to see if anyone's watching her, she knows what she's about to eat involves a potential mess. Taking her lunch out of the bag, her eyes hungrily fixate on the burrito before her. She tucks a black napkin into her blouse, hoping to keep her outfit clean for work. Once she's done this, she picks up the burrito and begins to bite into it.

However, at some point, the napkin slips away, completely exposing her blouse, and she doesn't appear to...

She walks in, sits down, and puts her lunch bag on the table. Then she takes off her blazer and hangs it on the back of her chair. Looking around to see if anyone's watching her, she knows what she's about to eat involves a potential mess. Taking her lunch out of the bag, her eyes hungrily fixate on the burrito before her. She tucks a black napkin into her blouse, hoping to keep her outfit clean for work. Once she's done this, she picks up the burrito and begins to bite into it.

However, at some point, the napkin slips away, completely exposing her blouse, and she doesn't appear to notice. She begins to eat the burrito with dainty nibbles, and is immediately taken by how delicious it is. She hasn't had a burrito this good in years! The satisfaction is so intense that it's almost sexual. Her etiquette begins to slip: she takes larger and larger bites; she chews with her mouth open; she makes all manner of contented sounds. The pace of her eating increases, until she's smashing food into her face.

Meanwhile, food begins to drip onto her blouse. It's just a few scattered drops at first, but the pace accelerates as the burrito begins to fall apart and chunks of food fall carelessly from her open mouth. By the time she's done, it starts to look like she may have spilled about as much burrito onto herself as she actually swallowed.

She finishes by sucking the last of the excess food off her fingers. Then she reaches for her napkin to wipe off her face and realizes, with mounting horror, that it's gone! She gapes in shock and despair at her ruined blouse. What will people think when she has to go back to work? Finally, with a defeated sigh, she accepts that the blouse is ruined. Since the napkin is already dirty now, she wipes her face off on her sleeves instead.