Pasta Pick Up Line の小説・ストーリー

"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.

“I don’t have anything special planned.” “Would you like to have supper with me?” he asked with another dazzling smile that warmed her down to her toes. “I would love to,” she said suddenly, glancing downward when she realized how eager she sounded. “Great. Do you like pasta?” he asked as they walked into the lobby of the hotel. “I love pasta, but I don’t eat it much. It’s not very good for the waistline.” She bit her tongue as she tried to put a halt to the malfunctioning filter between her brain and her mouth. She looked up into the dark eyes that traveled down her slender body and felt a strange tingling in her inner thighs, when his eyes began inspecting the area of discussion.

I don’t want to make this conversation any more awkward. So, I decide to divert the conversation altogether. I grab a chair and sit at the table. “It smells like a whole Italian restaurant exploded in here. What were you cooking?” Cooper grins, his eyes lighting up. “Just a little something I learned from my Italian ex-girlfriend. Pasta alla vodka with shrimp.” I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “And how did that turn out for you?” He chuckles. “Not too shabby, if I may say so myself. Want to try?”

Don't be so harsh. Then he turned to me. "Mr. Depp, if you eat that pasta with worms, apologize publicly, and ask for my forgiveness, I'll give you a chance to work under me. "If you want to succeed, you have to know when to bend and when to stand tall. "Aren't you the one who taught me that?" Wendy lifted an eyebrow but didn't stop him. She simply crossed her arms and watched. In her mind, Tristan held all the cards now.

I glanced through the menu and decided to order pasta. "Pasta... I don't want something heavy," I replied. He gestured his hand to a waitress who rushed towards us. "Two plates of your creamy pasta and a bottle of wine please," Julian said. "Okay, is that all?" The waitress asked, flashing Julian a flirty smile. "That's all so leave," I said, feeling irritated by her unprofessional behavior. She rolled her eyes before leaving, and Julian chuckled. "You are jealous?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

“The pasta is undercooked. The garlic and the pesto are scarcely detectable in the dish. Right now, Gail is starting to get on my nerves more than she already has. Why the fuck did I even agree to play house girl? “Ms. Davis, the pesto is just mouthwatering. Could I kindly have some more?” Gail furrowed her brow. I’d like to eat what she can make because those milky hands seem like the only thing they can lift is a spoon and a dick. I approached the table and placed additional pasta on Mr. Lombardi’s plate. The guy then began eating, while the witch began tinkering with her meal. Mr. Lombardi looked at her and didn’t say anything; the man kept eating his food without even paying attention to

"My wonderful pasta or each other?" I thought for a while, placing a finger in my chin. Then I looked at him. "I think pasta— ow! Why did you tickle me like that?!" We burst into laughter. "You're picking pasta over me?" "I'm hungry. I've not had your pasta in a while too. I want to have a taste of it then a taste of you, too." "Well, I'd like to eat you first before anything else." "Fine. Whatever you want. You're in control here."

“Okay, your turn.” He leaned back, eyes gleaming. “Why pasta?” I blinked. “What?” “At dinner. Out of everything you could’ve chosen. You picked pasta first.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Because it’s safe. Pasta never lets you down. You can dress it up fancy or just eat it plain, and it still works. It doesn’t… disappoint.” The moment the word slipped out, I regretted it. His eyes sharpened slightly, but he didn’t press. Instead, he nodded once. “Fair answer.”

Make your order Anna, anything you so wish for, probably some cravings you want to satisfy" "Uhmmm I would love to have pasta , stir fry pasta. I often make this at the cafeteria but barely get to eat from it and also I haven't tasted any that someone else made. So I really wanna have a go at it" "(Turning to the waiter) please get her exactly this" Soon their orders were ready and Anna hurriedly dug into hers. "Uhmmm this is so nice waw. I love it" "Really? I'm glad you are enjoying it" ( he stared at her with a smile on his face)

you Robert Hardy' I screamed loudly in my head so that no one else heard it but me. "Pasta," I shrugged. "Been craving it all week" I lied unnecessarily. "So why didn't you get it?" He asked, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "Ummm… let's say I lose interest in going out whenever my best friend is not around." I shrugged. "You two aren't some sort of conjoined twins?," He gave me a taunting look that got me rolling my eyes,which made him laugh. "I'll prepare dinner. We'd have pasta."