Dear Shwarma Man
Well, the unthinkable happened; I'm absolutely devastated Shwarma Man. The beef shwarma you made for me the other night made me ill. I won't go into details but it was bad. Yassmin had the chicken and she was fine. It was the beef, in the shwarma, with the bacteria.
If it were anyone else, I'd swear that I'd never go back to them again. But I can't say that about you Shwarma Man, you're too special. I can't throw away what we have over one silly gut rot incident.
I forgive you.