Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

a guy said, his head bending over a book. "Umm...sooo, Do you guys have Pasta? I mean, I would like to have Pasta and some Salad, one plate." He appeared to be focused on the book. Poor customer service, I noted. "In a paper bag please, I'm taking it home." Seriously, Soph, he doesn't care where you are taking it too! "Eww," he said. "What?"

she murmured. “Yeah?” “Why do you have, like... seven tattoos and none of them are food-related? You own a restaurant, Mr. Velluto Rosso. Where’s the little pasta noodle?” I grinned, “You want me to get a tattoo of spaghetti?” “Obviously. A single meatball with, like, storm clouds behind it.” I barked a laugh. “Or a fancy cursive quote. ‘Live. Laugh. Lasagna.’” “Oh my fucking God.”

By the time I was done, Cleo unimpressed eyes were still on me. "What," I drawled out, she rolled her eyes. "Going by your logic, shouldn't you be scared of eating pasta?” She said, throwing me off track for a minute. “Eating pasta in such large portion, I remember you rushing to the restroom over bad sauce from a pasta. Or what about that drink. That cocktail you love, what it's name again?" I signed, "Sex on the beach,"

S: "That’s not how you reply to someone who says good morning, love. It’s alright. I’ll let it slide this time. As for your question, I have my ways, love. Now, did you have breakfast?" This time, her reply came after a short pause. My gaze softened as I read it. P: "Yes, I had my breakfast. And before you ask me what I had—I ate cheese pasta. Satisfied?" I grinned. God, she was adorable. My fingers flew across the screen, replying instantly. S: "Oh, cheese pasta? You know, whenever I eat cheese pasta, it reminds me of you... and that dinner at your place. And the cheese I tasted from your lips... I can’t even express how unforgettable that was."

This time my laughter prolonged for much more time than it usually would. He looked at me dubiously. " Congratulations,doc. My pasta didn't kill you but made you crazy. " "Alexander King. " I grinned. "I, Dr. Celia, officially declare that you made the world's best fucking pasta. " Even I can't believe my own taste buds. The pasta is too good. Yummy, delicious are not the words to praise it. I need much more. This time,I ran into the kitchen and took the whole bowl and started to dig in.

The waiter nods, he walks towards me after getting Delian’s order, “what would you like to have this evening ma’am” “Pasta” I say, not bothering to look at the menu. He nods, “what type of pasta”, I smile, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s pasta” “Okay ma’am. I’m on it” he says, before walking away from our table. “So?” Delian says, in an attempt to grab my attention. “So?” I repeat. “So are you excited about your third book being published?” He asks. I nod, “of course I am, and you know that”

I hurriedly pick up the fork next to the plate and hungrily scooped up the pasta. "I knew it! I know your weakness. Tuna pasta makes you a seven-year-old kid!" he teased and laugh hardly as if his throat is going to break. I ignored what he had said. I was busy with the food on my plate. It's mouthwatering! Tuna pasta is my fucking favourite! "Slow down, dude. Tita will be going to scold me if you die due to suffocation." he teased once again. Still, I didn't pay attention to him. It's more meaningful to face this delicious meal in front of me than talking to my monkey cousin.

I scratched behind his ears absentmindedly while she sent three more texts in rapid succession, suggesting places she’d seen, then immediately dismissing them, then suggesting again. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Do you like pasta? Everyone likes pasta, right? Or pizza. Pasta or pizza. Oh my god, ignore me, I’m overthinking this already. I smirked, sending my reply. Ace: Pasta’s fine. I know a place. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): Perfect. I’ll bring my notebook. In case you brood over your spaghetti. I shook my head, laughing under my breath.

I politely decline, especially since Zach refuses to leave me alone with his lying ass! "I'm famished Yana, could you make me something to eat please?" Kyra beams at me happily. Leaning unto the island, I prop my cheek to my hand, "What would you like to eat hunny?" She places her index finger unto her cheek thoughtfully, "I love pasta, can you make that?" Kyra would be the perfect daughter for me in my next life! Pasta is the key to my stomach! Clapping my hands, I do a happy dance and she joins in. "We are soulmates! Pasta is my favorite!"

The voice asked gently. “Get me two plate of …….” “What will you like to eat?” He asked instantly staring at me. “Anything,” I muttered. “Anything?? Say something please,” He ordered. “Fine, if I may get pasta, it’s okay,” I said. ‘Alright then,” He said and nodded. “Get me two plates of Pasta,” He said turning towards the device again “Okay then, it will get to you in a jiffy,” The voice said and he pressed the button again.