Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

"Come on, don't be mad at me, and just eat." "Heh!" I snorted at him and then snatched the fork from his hand and munch the pasta. As I savored the taste of it, I slowly closed my eyes. "Ugh . . . this is heaven!" I couldn't help but moan because of the unique flavor the pasta has. "I know the food is delicious but don't moan just like that, my love. Other customers are already looking at us. They might think I'm doing something erotic to you."

I walked with quick steps towards the kitchen, clutching the paper in my hands, this magic paper that could hopefully start to turn things around for Sara and me. "Sara?" I called out as I came into the kitchen. She was loading food from take-out dishes onto plates. She blushed a little as if embarrassed I caught her. I didn’t care about that. I picked her up in my arms and kissed her. I kissed her hard like I used to and brushed her hair back. "Goodness, you are in a good mood," she whispered when I finally put her down. She smiled weakly. "I got us some pasta from Franchine's up the street."

He said and lifted his pasta filled fork, bringing it in my direction, just close to my mouth. “You should try out this pasta too, ahhh…” He parted his lips, signalling me to open my mouth to take the pasta. Gosh, I felt my heart flutter.. “Hey… We are in public” I argued, looking around the restaurant and he rolled his eyes, his hands still hanging in the air..

Consequently, she had no clue what he looked like. "Good afternoon, lovely lady," a waiter greeted her. "It's a pleasure to serve you today." He handed her the menu. Vic glanced at the menu. Among all the options, what caught her eye was the Pasta Menu, which was named "Love." 'Who would give a dish such a name?' she wondered. "I wanted to order the Love Pasta." "Perfect! It's the most famous dish in this restaurant. If you're up for a drink, I suggest trying the soujovir white wine."

"So, babe, how's the pasta?" Rosalina's eyes, still glazed with pasta-induced ecstasy, met mine. "Leo, you have no idea. This pasta is a masterpiece. It's legit a symphony of flavors dancing on my taste buds." I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "A symphony, huh? Well, I guess that makes me the conductor of this evening." She laughed a musical sound that shot straight to my heart like a cupid's arrow. "You certainly are, maestro." I was surrounded by an aphrodisiac of a different kind tonight.

I turned my eyes at Ivana again and I watched her lips gradually turn up and a smile broadened on her face. “Now will you help me pick some more food?” I asked him and she nodded joyfully. “We better go get some pasta sauce, could it be marinara is better?” Ivana looked at me and shook her head. “Let’s just get more the pasta.” Ivana walked forward but I watched her eyes catch something and she rushes over. “Can I get this too?” She turned to me and pointed at it. “Pineapple chunks?” I raised my brows as I pushed the cart over to her. “What in the world do you not like?” I asked her and she frowned.

The waiter's face instantly turned pale. "Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about. There must be some misunderstanding." "There's no misunderstanding. I heard what you said." I repeated the word for 'pauper' in the foreign language he'd used. "I didn't realize a waiter could have such an attitude. Is this how you treat your customers? Apologize now, or this won't be the end of it." Since it was my girlfriend's birthday, I didn't want to make a scene. I just wanted a sincere apology.

A brief rigidity that traveled through his torso into his hand holding a glass. “Pasta, your favorite recipe,” Martha said, beaming. “Sounds amazing.” I hopped onto the counter beside Vincent—close, my bare thigh inches from his arm—and stole a cherry tomato from Martha’s cutting board. I popped it in my mouth and licked the juice from my thumb. Vincent moved to the other side of the kitchen. I smiled, too bad for him, I’d already formulated the perfect plan while I’d been in the shower. Soon, it would be showtime.

We go back to the room and sit on the bed with the plates between us. I take one bite. My eyes widen. “Lyra.” She watches me carefully. “Good?” “This is not good. This is dangerous.” “Why dangerous?” “If you cook like this, people will fall in love with you by mistake.” She laughs loudly. “Too late for some people.” I look at her. She looks back at me. We both look down quickly. “This is really the best pasta I ever had,” I say softly. She smiles. “I am glad you like it.”

"Oh quit being dramatic and get me the pasta! He'll be here any minute!" Ava's hands trembled slightly as she stirred the final touches into the simmering pot of pasta sauce. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, a symphony of flavors that promised to delight the senses. With a final taste to ensure perfection, she turned off the stove and covered the pot, allowing the pasta to soak up the rich flavors.