Pasta Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

"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

Pasta is a code word for we need to talk where the walls don’t have ears. “We’ll be there. I’ll bring the bread.” I saw that smirk that let me know he was enjoying all this secrecy way more that he should. Meanwhile, Cora sits in her chair staring at us both like we have lost our minds. I haven’t filled her in on all of the things that I have done and think are going on.

I asked him putting another spoon of Pasta in my mouth and munching it. "Hmmm…this is amazing," I said again and looked at him for a response but his complete face was red and his jaw was clenched. "Are you angry because I asked you whether you are a chef? Don't be… I just normally ask that because this pasta is now one of my favorites. And, Being Mr. Armani's friend, you also must be a businessman. Maybe if you're not, I wish you to be successful in whatever career you are in just because you cooked me this pasta. But, remember you'll be a Mr. irritating idiot and Mr. arrogant too" I said and again lunged at the pasta, savoring each bit of it.

“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.

I say, running my hands around his hard chest. He takes my hand off his chest and smiles deviously. "Why don’t I make you something to eat since you aren't allergic to any food? How about making pasta with pomodoro and basil?. It has always been one of my favourites since I was little." He whispers to me, taking my hand in his, and we both leave the nursery room.

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

"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?