Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

It was evident that pasta was calling their names. After a few moments of contemplation, Mystro leaned back in his chair, closing his menu with a satisfied expression. "I know exactly what I want," he declared, catching Elaine's attention. Curiosity sparked within Elaine's eyes as she leaned forward. "Oh, do share," she said, playfully nudging his arm. Mystro's voice carried a hint of enthusiasm as he described his choice. “I will have pasta, The creamy sauce and perfectly cooked pasta—it's an irresistible combination."

Yes, just the perfect moment, I was lucky enough that food was coming. "You can never go wrong with pasta," Mariana said, as she set the table. "You're definitely right." I smiled, wanting to engage her in a conversation so she doesn't think I'm in a hurry to eat. Although I was, and I could eat her too if she gives me the opportunity. "Is pasta your go to food too when you're famished after a long day at work?" She asked, her eyes lit up. "Sure, it's easy to prepare." I nodded, holding my fork and knife.

she quickly get the one container icecream and bottled water, afterwards, she was about to leave when she heard him calling her name. “My love, is that you,?” he said and she just stopped and slowly turned to faced at him."You might want this ittalian pasta," he said and show her the pasta inside the bowl. she just lifted her shuldier. “Okay thanks,” she said and walk ahead into the balcony while her husband walk next to her while carrying the ittalian pasta. when they arrived at the balcony she placed her desserts in the table and he also landed the pasta. “Okay I know you are still mad at me and doesn`t want to saw my faced so bon appitet,” his voice remain sweet and tender. “Good to know,

And guess what I won. “I’m just asking there’s no harm on it.” He looked at me disapprovingly. “Fine. A month ago.” He let out a puff. I don’t know why but I suddenly laugh at that. I mean I didn’t really know that he’ll answer it! I’m just messing with him. Damn, he’s cute. “Why? When’s yours?” I stopped laughing. “Hmmm… dude I’m virgin so there’s no last time.” I said and tasted his pasta. Seriously pasta for lunch? Just fucking amazing.

“so pleaseeeee i’m allowed to be dramatic.” “A year and you forgot how to pick calls?” she shot back. “I’ve been trying this number for days!” “Days?” I frowned. “How did you even get my number?” “Austin.” Of course. I let out a small laugh. “That guy still talks too much.” “He said and I quote—‘If you find Iris, tell her I still make the best pasta in the city.’” I burst out laughing. “He would say that.” “So you do remember him.”

"What would you like to eat, my lady?" ​My lady? The way he said it—so playful and yet so intimate—made the butterflies in my stomach go into a full-on riot. ​"Hmmm... how about some Pasta Carbonara?" I asked. ​"Sounds good." We found a nearby restaurant and walked in, still hand-in-hand. Even as we sat down, I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Maybe we are.

“Don’t be silly. Of course, I want to have dinner with you. I cooked pasta for us.” “Yes, pasta, your favorite,” I said, chuckling. “And it should be your favorite too. Why do you love visiting an Italian restaurant if you don’t love pasta?” “It’s not like there’s only pasta served in an Italian restaurant, right baby?” “I know. But you must try my pasta before I cry. Give my poor pasta a try." "I've tried it before and I liked it. You got your mother's cooking skills." "No, my cooking skill is far cry from mom's skills. I'll keep trying, though, soon I'll be a good cook like mom or like you. It's a shame you're a better cook than, baby."

ABIGEAL MY NAME was called and I turned, hoping nothing of what I was feeling showed on my face. “Pasta. I'll have the pasta.” I said without looking at the menu, even though my appetite was gone. The server smiled patiently. “You need to pick a kind of pasta, ma'am, unless you want them all.” I glanced at the menu again but my eyes saw nothing. I vaguely remembered Anna saying something about “Fettucine chicken alfredo.” I said it and the server noted it down and went away.

🎀MOANA🎀 Thirty minutes later we were at the most famous Italian restaurant in the city. Mylana loves Italian food. She always has. Even when she was a baby, she would get excited when I opened a jar of tomato sauce, kicking her feet and flapping her hands. The first word she said after "Mama" was "pasta." I cried. The restaurant was warm and crowded. Families laughing. Couples holding hands across tables. A man proposing to his girlfriend in the corner, the whole restaurant clapping when she said yes. Mylana watched the proposal with her head tilted, her green eyes narrowed, analyzing.

he stated. I sat up straight. A little shame slowly crept over my face. What are you thinking, Khrystal? Why didn't I assume he wouldn't do that if it wasn't usual to see it in him? Of course, Khrystal. He despises rumors, jezz! I cleared my throat and picked up the menu card in front of me. I quickly looked at him because I could feel him staring at me. “P-pasta. Pasta is enough for me. I guess,” I stammered, "Pasta A La Norma."