Carlos took a deep breath, then sat down on the grass. This caught the attention of Evan, who was on patrol carrying the sniper rifle.
"What's the matter, Carlos?" Evan asked.
Carlos lay down. "I miss my Mami's cooking."
"Usually, what does your mom cook?" Evan crouched down next to the Latin-faced man.
"I really like my mami's tacos. But don't compare them with fast food tacos, okay. My mami's tacos are the most delicious in the world.
Evan nodded. "To be honest, I've never had tacos before."
"Whaaat!!??" Carlos immediately straightened himself. His face looked more hysterical than shocked. "What part of the world do you live to never eat tacos!?"
"Well, I've never met a taco seller in my country. Or maybe because it's so rare, I don't see the vendor."
