Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

I mock-glared at him, flipping him off as he mock-gasped, clutching his chest in mock horror. "Shit," I muttered, suddenly remembering the pasta as I shot out of the stool to switch off the cooker. The pasta was dry and stuck together, and I mixed it frantically, hoping to salvage dinner. "I gotta go," I muttered, feeling a pang of disappointment as Spencer shuffled around on the other end of the line. "Yeah, same actually, bye sis," he said, his voice distant, and then the line clicked dead. I let out a sigh of relief as I served the pasta onto a plate and grabbed a cola from the freezer.

The driver opened the door for them, and Pia led her inside with a gentle touch on her arm. They sat at a corner table. The waiter approached with a polite smile. “Good afternoon, Señoras. What would you like to order?” Pia looked at Kathalina. “What do you feel like?” “I don’t know… something light. Pasta, maybe?” “Perfect. Two plates of pasta, one steak, fresh juice, and a bottle of sparkling water,” Pia ordered smoothly. Kathalina raised her eyebrow. “That sounds like a lot.” “You need strength,” Pia said simply, offering a small smile.

“I need to make use of the bathroom. As soon as possible. I barely had the chance to make it to the ladies’ room, all I knew was the pasta shamelessly made a tragic exit and landed on the floor. It happened so fast that I had no time to code everything in. After everything, I was able to wash my face. I took a very long breath to calm my nerves. Then texted Mo the next second: "Does having a heavy craving for spicy pasta have any connection to having a new life growing in someone?" Trust Mo, she didn't waste even a second. She replied so fast that I feared she might have been holding her phone and expecting my text.

"Wow! That is below the belt, Miss Patterson. I'll ruin you for that, and I'll make sure to—" "Yeah, yeah, go now," she rolled her eyes, "I want some pasta and some fresh juice. And some steak. Some dessert, maybe a donut or a chocolate cake or—" "Do I look like a waiter to you, Amaya?" She gasped. "Woah! Of course not. You’re that cook, remember?" "Mockery doesn't suit you well." "At least you know what mockery is; just make sure not to overdo the pasta." As the pen picked up tempo again, he chuckled, snatched a hairpin, and laid it on the stack of paperwork in front of her before heading for the door. "Hey, Miss Patterson, should I add ketchup to your pasta?"

Amelia sighed and put a mouthful of pasta in her mouth. "Umm... thi..pastaww.. is..." as her mouth was full she can hardly speak and Mia can hardly hear. "I'm sorry... I don't speak Ukrainian.." Mia sneered and replied. "I'm saying this pasta is really good.." she spoke after she emptied her mouth. "Oh, there's plenty of it. Enjoy." Mia replied joyfully. "Uhm... can I take some for my mother?" in a low voice, Amelia struggled to speak, all embarrassed.

The thought of being out in the world, under the bright lights of a restaurant, "Scott, I don't know if I'm ready for—" "Less, listen to me," he said, his voice dropping the humor for a second, "You’ve been staring at the same walls for three weeks. If you stay in this penthouse any longer, you’re gonna start talking to the furniture. Now go get ready before I pick you both up and throw you in the car exactly how you are. And trust me, I’ll do it. I have no shame." Cristiano started jumping up and down, "Pasta! Nonna, we’re going to the pasta place!"

"Yes Mom, everything" "Promise?" "I promise mom" "Great, where are we eating, I'm famished" "You choose, although I'm not really hungry, I was at McDonald's some few hours ago with Maya and Andrea" "No way, you must eat real food with me" "Fine then, what would you like to eat? "Pasta?" "How would you like your pasta Ma'am?" Melanie asked laughing, Sophia laughed also "Let's get this to the car and I'll take you to a place where they sell the best pasta"

My hips quake and jerk and he smiles edge-ways at me. He leans in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while "You're still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the main course soon." And with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen napkin. He dabs at his mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. "You're drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How's your pasta?" My pasta? Ohhhh... Godddddd... *****

“Uh, your friends arrive tomorrow as well? I say, hoping to avoid the topic of Danuel coming. She nods. Well, at least I have her to myself tonight. Tomorrow she would be wrapped up with that punk. “It’s almost five, is someone making dinner?’ “Uh…no, I was hoping you could cook tonight, I mean if you don’t mind.” She flashes a smile, and once again, my heart and my decision to give up on this love waivers. “No, I want to. It’s the least I can do after you got me a castle. What should I make?” I grin. “Your world-famous Rasta Pasta.” “I don’t know about world-famous, but definitely Zayne obsessed; wait, do we have the ingredients?”

She said proudly, "I'm hungry. I want spaghetti!" What could Ambrose do with a drunkard like her? He had no choice but to search everywhere for spaghetti. Seated in a pasta eatery, Ambrose stared emotionlessly at all the spaghetti laid out across the table. Larissa nudged him and winked at him. "Hey, handsome. If you could finish all this spaghetti, I'll sleep with you tonight!" Ambrose's gaze deepened. "You promise?" Larissa affirmed him, "Of course!" Ambrose silently picked up the fork and began to indulge in the spaghetti.