Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

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.

If I were one of those girls who swoon over handsome men, I would drool like a high school girl. “I would like to have a plate of pasta carbonara with a bottle of your best red wine.” The first guy said, and I bobbed my head. I jotted it down and faced the second guy, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted to order, but he kept mute.

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!"

I called to Bianna. She lifted one pepper like a toast. “Bless.” “I want pasta,” Max said without looking up. “I want the twirly kind,” Issa said. “You want whatever I give you, and you’re going to pretend it was your choice,” I answered. I went back inside, washed my hands, and opened the fridge.

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.

Nathan boasted about his ability to clean it, and I was giving him the opportunity to prove it before throwing it away. He also promised to clean up the…mess by the kitchen table. The cracking noise of the pasta breaking as I put it in the pot covered up all other sound, so I didn’t hear Nathan as he stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Trying again? I thought we’d just order in.” I shrugged. “Pasta is quick and easy, and I’m hungry.” His lips pressed against my neck. “Me too. I worked up an appetite.” He let go and backed away, heading over to the now warm bottle of wine and placing it in the fridge.

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.

**Khalid:** I’ll wait. The penthouse smelled like garlic, herbs, and something savory when I arrived just after eight. Khalid stood in the open kitchen, sleeves rolled up, stirring a pan with more focus than I’d seen him give most things lately. He looked up as I set my bag down, and for a moment, the smile he gave me reached his eyes. “Pasta puttanesca,” he said. “Your favorite. Or at least it used to be.” I slipped off my heels, the cool marble soothing my aching feet. “It still is.”

Maxwell smirked and told him with a light laugh, “Nope man and it looks like your pasta dreams just died.” Chuckling at his ugly look, Michael added calmly, “Pasta is not going anywhere, but you are if you don’t eat your food. And besides, it's really delicious.” Xander glared at both of them and said with a displeased look, “You people are heartless.” Maxwell laughed and responded back with a nonchalant look on his face, “Eat your porridge, patient.”

She comes out of the kitchen and reaches me. "You'll have something, madam?", she asks. "Yeah. Can you please make baked pasta for me? With loaded cheese", I tell her and roll my eyes. The servants gape at me as if I have said something terrible. Well, indeed, I had never shown interest in anything from the day I entered this villa. And today, I was asking for baked pasta, on the day of my abortion. It can be kinda weird.