Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

She said as she approached me, she wanted to hug me but i slightly stepped back "Morning " I said "Err.. Well.. I am cooking your favourite dish, i called your mom and she told that you love eating pasta sprinkled with garlic " Kayla said while smiling revealing her white teeth "I am sorry i can't eat it, i will take muffin with peanut butter instead " I said "But why?? trust me, you will like it.. I make it Specially for you.. Plss " She sadly and i sighed "My mom told you my favourite dish is pasta sprinkled with garlic?? I asked and she nodded

and I knew exactly what he meant even without words. “Marco, wait!” I called out, desperate to buy time. He turned back, curiosity etched across his face. “What is it?” “Can… can you get me my favorite? The pasta from that little Italian place? Where we had our first date.., I am craving that,” I daid. hoping to delay him even a moment longer. His brow furrowed, but he nodded begrudgingly. “Fine. I’ll be quick,” he said, stepping out the door.

Not assuming. Not demanding anything from me except an answer that belongs entirely to me. “I’m free tonight,” I say quietly. “Dinner sounds nice.” His shoulders relax, a slow smile forming — not triumphant, not smug. Just warm. “Really?” “Really.” His smile grows a little wider. “Good. I’ll pick you up around seven? Nothing fancy. I thought we could go to that small place near the valley. The one that makes fresh pasta.” I nod. “I like that place.”

"Dramatic much?" "You try surviving Veyra’s wrath," he shot back, following me out the door. "Then we’ll see who’s dramatic." ********** The cafeteria was bustling, the hum of conversation and clattering of trays filling the air. The scent of garlic and tomatoes hit me as soon as we walked in, my stomach growling in response. "Pasta," I declared, heading straight for the line. "With extra cheese. And bread." Charlie groaned in agreement, rubbing his hands together. "And soda," he said, his voice fervent. "Cold. Fizzy. Like the nectar of the gods."

My phone blared up I turned angrily to the phone thinking it was MR ANNOYING PANTS but it was Tiana calling, I quickly picked it up and her voice rang through the phone calming me down, “If your plan was to make me wait or want you more, just know you won okay baby, just come over already” I smiled, “If that was my plan, I guessed it worked” Chuckling, “yes it did….. why aren't you here yet?” Thinking I decided to use the situation to my advantage, “I changed my mind, I'm busy right now” “Oh really,” I could hear her smile. “Yes really, maybe tomorrow? That's if I'm free” “Well I hope your free, Perché mi manca il sapore della tua figa” (“because I miss the taste of your pussy”)

Time passes During lunch break, I sat with Samar in the cafeteria. The man was a great cook and today he made his special pasta for me. I snached his box and ate all his pasta. “This is cheating” “Everything is fair in love and pasta” I ate his pasta and gave his box back to him. "Wow!! I think his wife will be some model" One of the girls shouted, who was sitting next to our table. "but I want to be with him" "Looking at his body structure he will be good in bed, god look at his body I search him on internet his six pack abs"

"Didn't you ask me to call you Mum? I will call you every day. I will sing it like a song every day. I'm sorry, Mum. I'm so sorry. I should have called you that way. What should I do? Please, wake up!" Madam Frost... Please... "Who made this pasta and bacon?" The doctor's voice drifted into my ears amidst my cries, and I raised my eyes slightly to meet his. "They are poisoned." He added.

"Fridays are for fasting. But I'd break any rule for you." I smiled. He remembered. "Let's eat," I said, mixing a sauce just for him. Yeah, I felt lighter already. But I kept checking my phone. Paolo? Dead silent. This was supposed to be our third anniversary dinner. Instead, he was off playing house with his "childhood friend." I looked at the sauces—parsley green, pepper red, mustard fruit. Always picked the mild ones for him. He never even showed. That empty chair? A punchline.

Chloe's squeaky voice erupted through the speaker so loud that Marcus had to pull the phone away from his ear, his nose scrunching in disgust. "Yes, babe," he forced out, the two words tasting like ash on his tongue. "I was just about to call. Well, what do you say about dinner? I can come over and—" "That won't be necessary." Marcus quickly cut her off. For a brief second, Chloe's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding so loud she feared he could hear it. He couldn't.

Once the server disappears again, he’s wearing a large smirk and nodding his head at me. “You’re a bad girl,Sophia , but that’s just what I like about you,” he says while stabbing his fork into his pasta. “This is perfect because I could use a relaxing weekend away. I’m just going to kick back, relax, and live like a king. And best of all, it’s free.” Then, he takes a huge bite of his pasta while I nod enthusiastically.