Novel & Cerita Pasta Pick Up Line

“That was... something.” I sank into a chair, my legs suddenly unsteady. “Yeah.” She studied me for a long moment before grabbing two forks from the drawer. “Men are idiots,” she announced, stabbing a piece of overcooked pasta. I took the fork she offered, my fingers still tingling where Adrian had touched them. “I agree with you.” Ava shrugged, shoving pasta into her mouth. The pasta was cold and mushy, but I ate it anyway, staring at the door Adrian had just walked out of.

I croaked out the question and hiccuped, my palm flying to cover my lips as I muttered an “oh shit.” “I’m as serious as I’d ever be Katrina,” he grunted but still went ahead to pick up the fork and dig into the pasta on the desk. I quietly watched him as he scooped the pasta into his mouth and chewed slowly, groaning in delight, eyes shutting for a moment as he savored the delicious taste. I had recalled him saying pasta was one of his favorite meals therefore while the ladies and I had lunch, I decided to get an extra for him after I tried it and found it to be delicious.

If he's smart, he'd back off. Dylan thought "someone" was a guy. Hopefully, he'd think so as well. And I'm back to thinking about him. Ugh. It's the weird pizza guy's fault. I cringe my nose and frown, tapping my feet impatiently. "If you were here with me, I'd never leave your side. Not for a second." Gross. That's hand's down the worse pickup line I've gotten in a while. Seriously? "Thank you." I mumble, biting my bottom lips in annoyance. Fuck, when will this pizza get off the fricking oven?

With wooden chairs and rounded tables decorating the interior and a rectangular glass case that was placed next to the counter of the restaurant which showcased samples of the various delectables and tasty edibles that the restaurant could provide, it left my mouth drooling. The sweet aroma of various pastries filled the entire aitaiter swiftly came over to my side. A wide smile was fastened onto his face. With a pen and booklet on one hand, he proceeded to ask, "Hello what would you both like to eat?" I thought a while before responding. "Pasta and chicken breast for both of us" The man took my order and swiftly left. "When did you start liking pasta?" My mum asked with a lopsided grin. I c

“We had pizza for the last two nights.” Sighing, I raked my hand through my hair. “Fine. Then how about pasta. Tell me what you want and I’ll put in a DoorDash order.” “Spaghetti,” he siad. “With extra meatballs.” Pulling out my phone, I put in the order then wandered back into the living room. There was a basketball game on, but I couldn’t really focus. Beatrice’s little visit had unnerved me. Damn, she looked good in that slinky little silk number. I didn’t have high hopes for whatever wine she was trying to peddle, but honestly, I’d been a little lonely since she left.

He asked, peering into the pot “Pasta and grilled chicken.” “No way!” He exclaimed “I'm serious.” “I've been craving that for over two days now. This is amazing.” He said, having a taste. My phone rang, and it was an incoming call from Julia. “Hey girl, you've not been online?” She asked “Yes, I've been quite occupied since I got back to the house. I was going to reach out to you later on. It was nice seeing you today.” “Same here. I dropped a text but decided to call since you were not responding. I'm sure you're with your lover; let me give you some space to yourselves; take care, Baby.”

At night, I went out to buy food to eat. I went to an Italian restaurant, I'm craving Italian delicacy. The owner came to me. "Buona Giornata Giovanotto?." (Good day, young man) "Buongiorno carino" (Good morning pretty) I tried flirting with the old lady, winking at her, she slapped my shoulder and with her face turning pink, "What would you like to eat?" The old lady askes. "I want a simple pasta and cheese dish. Hm...n" I tried visualizing what I would want to eat,

He smirked, pulling out the chair opposite me as it scraped against the floor, while he sat down, taking a bite of the pasta. I just glanced at him, didn’t say anything as I dove into the food. The pasta was al dente, coated in a light olive oil sauce that burst with flavors of fresh herbs. His eyes were glued to his phone, his fingers scrolling, and every few seconds, he'd let out a low chuckle or a giggle at only God knows what. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant hum of traffic outside and the occasional clink of forks. After a while, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Who’s she?" I blurted out, my voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.

As he took a sip of his drink I felt my stomach tighten. “Excruciating pain?”. I asked. “Let not talk about it just now. You’re hungry are you not?”. “A little”. I shrugged. “Why did you bring me here?”. I asked. “First proper date babe. I had to pull it out the bag”. He grinned. “I would have been happy with a burger and dirty fries”. I smiled as I looked over the menu again. “Do they do pasta?”. Fancy restaurants always did pasta right?

' I laughed. 'I will get you fired!' He shouted before running off. 'Look on the bright side! I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday!' I heard him screamed with fright after I said that. I slapped my lap as I laughed. Why am I so annoying? My eyes blurred out, like I found myself somewhere else, a small restaurant. "Good evening and welcome to Pasta Castle lá Beef Feast…" "Huh?" I asked. "We sell more pasta and meat related foods, I don't know, I'm not the owner, so what can I get you? You are welcome to be the first few to try our new spaghetti recipe."