Romans & histoires Pasta Pick Up Line

He’s not in danger, but he’s dropping, she said. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do but I remembered just the tail end of a dream and took the bowl from him. “We have food here,” I told him. “Do you like pasta?” Grace jumped up, “There are fewer more wonderful things in the world than pasta.”

"Find anything that you would like?" I stared at him, then the menu, then back to him. "How am I supposed to know if I like anything if I can't read the menu?!" He chuckles. "What kind of pasta do you like?" I thought for a minute. "Spaghetti with meatballs and lots of parmesan!" I said as I licked my lips with anticipation. He snorts at me. "Do you need a room with your food?" I smirked at him. "As a matter of fact, yes I do!" I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.

I muttered savoring the taste of the creamy pasta “It's been so long I was actually afraid that you might not like pasta anymore” “Of course I still like it, why won't I like it, this taste so damn good” I muttered “I'm glad you like it” He smiled, I tasted the fried chicken breast and the pasta and I almost lost my mind, this is so fucking good, I kept on eating and eating, and gosh he bought so much food and I cannot stop eating, my stomach was so full and still there's so much food and he barely ate anything

“You’re cute when you sound possessive like that. Her cooking doesn’t change anything, though. I don’t want you to stress yourself.” “I know,” I said shyly. “But I want to. Please.” He hesitated, then said in that soft, boyish tone he used when he was unsure, “Then… maybe pasta? If that’s not too hard.” I smiled instantly. “Pasta it is.” “Okay. I’ll look forward to it then.” “Good,” I said, grinning. We both went quiet again. I could tell he didn’t know how to end the call—and honestly, neither did I.

he teased, a playful glimmer in his eyes. I chuckled, pretending to be offended. "Hey now, who says I can't whip up a delicious pasta dish just for myself? I don't need anyone else to enjoy a good meal!" I retorted, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. Max laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I believe you. But let me know if you ever need a taste tester. I'm always here to lend a helping fork," he replied, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

I smile opening the door wider, as I stepped aside while he walked in, he dropped the food in the tray and stood, I walked to the jug and poured myself a glass of water “I…..I'm sorry I didn't know what your favorite food is so I made pasta” The water spilled from my mouth immediately after I heard him say that “You…you what?” “I made you pasta, is there anything wrong with that? You don't like pasta?” “Are you sure you made that?” “Hmm” He nodded

"Mr Nick Winston, that was the worst pick up line I've ever heard for the record." The girl beside me laughed and gave thumbs up to Elena saying, "That was a bummer!" Elena laughed together with her. "Then I'll make it only for me." Elena pleaded me, "Ah! No. I need too. Please. I came to eat your cooking. Um… that was the best pickup line ever. It was the first time I heard it. And it's true." She said to that girl, "Mind your business. He's the best." "Go and Look in that row. I'll come after getting here."

"Common Anna ...or do you want me to pick you -" "Coming!!" i shout I opened the door and sat in the car . I don't want him to pick me up like a sack of grains again . I saw him chuckle as he made his way to the drivers seat . "I'll have a Peach lemonade " Peach looked me ..i shrugged and laughed . "And ... cheesy pasta " The waiter nodded taking the last order and walked away . Peach was quite all the time . I figured something must have happened in the car .. She would've never sat here if she was kissed by forced .

Gently, he put the linguine and the slice of strawberry shortcake at the table of the crying lady. “I didn’t order anything.” She glanced at him. Her mascara was almost worn out. Bobby warned himself not to laugh at her appearance. “Well, a strawberry shortcake can ease your sadness.” He gave her a warm smile while watching her eating a spoonful of cake. “Why don’t you try our best-seller pasta dish. It’s my specialty.” “O-ok.” She mumbled. After few minutes, she felt that she’s about to choke.

"Orders for you from Mr. Gallo." I raised an eyebrow at the two menus she placed on the table quietly. Rumor has it that this luxury club does not only serve good alcohol but good pasta as well. Pasta and a white-colored drink were in front of me. I frowned at her. "It's apple juice," she said. I opened my mouth and grunted, realizing Jonas had also ordered this. "Thank you," "Enjoy." She bowed and walked away from me. I carried the bowl of pasta carbonara closer while checking my phone. Hannah's message was the first one I clicked. Where are you?