The Banquet and the Burrito

The ballroom was full of journalists in formal wear. The burrata salad with spring peas had just been served. A magician was demonstrating a feat of mind-reading to the President and those seated with him at the head table. Gunshots rang out. It took a moment to register with the attendees, who only reacted when Secret Service agents sprang into action. A look of shock came over the face of the First Lady. The President looked over at her as if he wanted her to be the last thing he saw before eternity.