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The Cronut

April 30, 2014

What can I say about cronuts? One word. Amazing. I have never tasted something as delectable as cronuts. The fusion of the croissant and the donut. My two favourite things in the world! After you'd had one, you'd want another one and another one until your wallet screams, "ENOUGH!" I know. I know. You're probably thinking that cronuts are so last year but since last year, I have never stopped loving them. The cronut is the thing you never thought was possible. It's something that only a person with a great imagination would create. It's something that proves that men are intellectual beings, capable of going the distance. With something as important as a cronut, you'd expected that everyone would have had a taste of this heavenly pastry. But I guess I was wrong. 

"You are kidding me right? It cannot be, man! You lived in New York just last year!"

"I know but I never had a chance to buy one." Matthew said, trying to reason with me. 

"One whole year!"

"Yeah. But last year, there were so many people buying them! The lines were so long!"

"That's it! Let's stop this thing! We're going to the coffee shop! It's about time you taste your first cronut!"

I got all the papers, which is my script that we're both editing, got my pens and my keys, and went straight for the door. Matthew just lagged behind me, probably torn whether he should or shouldn't be excited about the impromptu excursion. 

So, I went beside him and said, "Matt, you're going to taste your first cronut ever! You should be excited! And besides, we needed a break from all the editing anyway. We started right after lunch! And look at the time. 5pm!"

"I guess so. And how am I supposed to feel what your character is feeling if I haven't tasted a cronut?"

"That's the spirit!"

We were near the coffee shop when I felt the back of his hand touch the back of mine. And I don't know what to feel about it. Do I want to hold his hand? Does he? 

The smell of the nearby coffee shop pulled me away from my thoughts. How could I be distracted with other things when the cronuts are so near? When we went in, the smell was even stronger. The thing I love most about this coffee shop though was the interior design. There were couches that had flower designs, very homey. The decors are old Coca-Cola bottles and other colorful trinkets. I know it was very well thought out but it didn't look like it. Going in feels like entering your grandmother's house. 

After placing our orders, Matt got our tray and sat in one of those tables beside the window. I sat across and watched him take a bite of his dark chocolate cronut. 

Not noticing me staring, he said, "This is actually really good! Thanks for bringing me here!"

"No problem." I said, smiling and taking a bite of my raspberry cronut myself. 

"So now about the edits."

We started to edit the script for about twenty minutes when I realized I had something to say. 

"Hey." As soon as I said that one syllable, he looked at me. "I don't think I never got to do this properly because of the excitement these last few days. But thank you so much for everything. It really means a lot to me."

"Well, you mean a lot to me. And I love this story. This deserves to be on screen."

I looked at his eyes for a little while longer, looking for a hint that he meant every word. And I found it. Then, we got back to work.