DID YOU TRULY THINK I, DIO, COULD NOT SEE WHY KIDS LOVE CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH, JOHNATHAN JOESTAR?! I am all-powerful, nothing escapes my notice! These swirls… these cinnamon sugar swirls are all over every bite of this balanced breakfast! If you thought you could hide that from me, you were a fool! It’s useless to conceal the truth, for I can see EXACTLY why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch!
“I wish you would tell me why kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch!”
❝ Well, Sayori!.. I’d assume it’d be because of the fact it is extremely sweet, so the sugar is already a hook. However, parents love it due to its nutritional value; actually being able to provide fibre. There’s also the factor that the parents may love Cinnamon Toast Crunch because it gives them common speaking ground with their child? Why do you think kids love cinnamon toast crunch? ❞
I was lying on the couch the next day when Cameron entered the living room and plopped down beside me. "Are you ready for the dinner date?“, he asked and smiled mischievously. "Sure.”, I answered.
“We made the reservation for 7 pm. Be ready by then.”, Cameron said. I simply nodded and turned my attention back to the TV. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the dinner date. Nash would probably just ignore me all night long, make stupid comments on the way my hair looked and tell me that I ate way too much. "You’re not excited about it, are you?“, Cameron suddenly asked as if he read my mind. I slowly shook my head. Cameron poked my side. "Oh, come on! Just try to have a good time. You know, I’m pretty sure Nash and you will have a lot of fun.”, he said, trying to cheer me up. I gave him a small smile. "I’ll try my best.“, I said and stood up. "I’ll probably get ready know.” I went upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me. What was I going to wear? I positioned myself in front of my closet and looked through my clothes. I slightly smiled when I saw the amazing little black dress that I had never worn before. It was so pretty, but I never had an occasion to wear it. Maybe tonight was the night? I took it out of the closet and had a long close look at it. Suddenly I snapped out of my thoughts. What was I doing? Why was I putting such effort in finding something nice to wear? It was just a dinner date with Nash. The Nash that hated me. It didn’t even matter what I was wearing, he would make a stupid comment anyway. Right? I knew that wasn’t true. I knew I wanted to look pretty for the dinner. Deep down inside me there was the urge to look gorgeous for the dinner. For Nash. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was undeniable. I shook my head and looked at the dress once again. It was perfect. I had to wear it tonight. I gently laid it down on my bed and went to the bathroom. I hopped in the shower and washed my body and hair with my favorite body wash and shampoo. It smelt like coconuts. I got out of the shower, toweled myself and wrapped the towel around my body, letting my wet hair down. I blow-dried it and put some hair oil in it. After that I did my make up. Concealer, powder, mascara and eyeliner. A little bit of blush and lip gloss to finish it off. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I had to admit that I didn’t look that bad. Pretty good, actually. I quickly glanced at my phone. 6:30 pm already! I walked back to my bedroom, dropped the towel and put the dress on. I smoothed it out and looked in the mirror. The dress was so pretty. It was tight enough to show I’m a woman, but loose enough to show I’m a lady. God, I loved this quote from Marilyn Monroe. And I loved this dress. I slipped into my black heels and spun around in front of the mirror. Yeah, I could go on the date like that.
“(Y/N)! ARE YOU READY? NASH IS ALREADY WAITING!”, Cameron suddenly shouted from downstairs. "I’LL BE DOWNSTAIRS IN A SECOND!“, I yelled back and quickly grabbed my purse from the nightstand and put my phone in it. Ready. I made my way downstairs and saw Nash standing at the end of the stairs. He was wearing a black suit. I had never seen him wearing a suit. He looked good. Really good. I gave him a small smile and he put his hands in his pockets. "You… you look pretty.”, he mumbled and I furrowed my brow. Did I just hear that right? Did he just call me pretty? "Th-thanks.“, I muttered. He looked around nervously. "Er… yeah… I think we should go.” Nash opened the door for me and I stepped outside. A taxi was waiting in the driveway. "They didn’t call a taxi, did they?“, I said laughing. Nash chuckled. "They did. Let’s go.” The ride to the restaurant was quiet. I looked out of the window and Nash did the same. I still couldn’t believe he had called me pretty. Had Cameron forced him to say that to me? Probably. The taxi driver stopped the car and we got out. Jesus, the restaurant looked pretty expensive!
“Good evening! Mr. and Mrs. Grier, right?”, a woman behind the reception said and I cringed. Mr. and Mrs. Grier? Oh my god. Nash flinched. "Er.. actually, we’re not…“, he trailed off, but the woman was way too energetic to wait for him to finish his sentence. "I’ll show you your table.”, she said, smiling widely and gestured towards the other side of the restaurant. We followed her quietly through the rows of tables. “Here it is. Your waiter will be here soon.”, she said kindly and walked away. We sat down.
“Mr. and Mrs. Grier.”, Nash mumbled and shook his head in disbelief. Our waiter came and we ordered our food. After that it was only us. I cleared my throat. "So…um… don’t you have anything to say about my hair? My make up? Any insults?“, I asked him. Nash tilted his head and looked at me. "That’s the challenge. We have to be nice to each other.”, he said. I nodded. That was the challenge. “Besides, there’s nothing bad to say about it.”, Nash added quietly, probably not wanting me to hear it. I heard it though. And I blushed. "So…do you…er…do you want to tell me something about you?“, Nash asked all of a sudden and looked down awkwardly. I was surprised that he actually wanted to know something about me. It was weird though. We had known one another for such a long time, but since we never really talked to each other, unless it contained some sort of insult, I didn’t know much about him and he didn’t know much about me. "Well..”, I started. "I like spending time with the boys. My favorite TV show is Friends, I could eat a ton of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, yeah, I just love food in general. Except for ketchup. I love the beach and long walks. And I like rainy nights.“ Nash had looked at me throughout my entire recital and I gave him a small smile after I finished. "What about you?”, I asked him. He shook his head slightly. "Exactly the same things.“, he said. My eyes widened in surprise. The exact same things? I actually thought that we had like zero things in common. Nash looked at me with an expression I couldn’t explain. Before one of us could say something else our waiter brought our food. We ate in silence. No words were said. It wasn’t bad though. I actually liked spending time with Nash without insulting each other. After we had finished, Nash paid with the money the boys had given us and we walked back to our taxi. The ride back home was quiet again, but when we got out of the taxi and walked up to the front door, Nash smiled at me. It was a real smile. Not a forced one. "I’ve never thought that we had so much in common. That’s cool.” Not waiting for my respond he quickly walked upstairs. I stood in the hallway and couldn’t believe what I just heard. I smiled to myself and took off my shoes. The dinner went better than I had thought.
So this is what happens on the dinner date :) The next part will be about the date at the movies! Hope you like it <3
why do kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch
I suppose it’s just because a nice hefty bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch™
represents a sweet, yet brief, release from the confusing and ever-present sense of doom brought on by hormonal imbalance and a plethora of problems that seem in the moment to be insurmountable and life-defining when they are actually relatively inconsequential