Pasta Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

With wooden chairs and rounded tables decorating the interior and a rectangular glass case that was placed next to the counter of the restaurant which showcased samples of the various delectables and tasty edibles that the restaurant could provide, it left my mouth drooling. The sweet aroma of various pastries filled the entire aitaiter swiftly came over to my side. A wide smile was fastened onto his face. With a pen and booklet on one hand, he proceeded to ask, "Hello what would you both like to eat?" I thought a while before responding. "Pasta and chicken breast for both of us" The man took my order and swiftly left. "When did you start liking pasta?" My mum asked with a lopsided grin. I c

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)

"Okay, how about this one: 'You’re the pizza of my life. You have everything I need: cheese, sauce, and a crust that makes me go nuts.'" Desiree burst out laughing harder than she did at the previous joke. "Oh God, Liam! That's not even funny." "Says the woman who is screaming with laughter in my car," Liam teased. "I have another one." Desiree giggled. "What? Another terrible joke?" Ignoring her flippancy at his jokes, Liam went on to tell another one. "You’re the pasta of my dreams. You’re so smooth and creamy. You make me want to twirl you around my fork and savor every bite."

I walked with quick steps towards the kitchen, clutching the paper in my hands, this magic paper that could hopefully start to turn things around for Sara and me. "Sara?" I called out as I came into the kitchen. She was loading food from take-out dishes onto plates. She blushed a little as if embarrassed I caught her. I didn’t care about that. I picked her up in my arms and kissed her. I kissed her hard like I used to and brushed her hair back. "Goodness, you are in a good mood," she whispered when I finally put her down. She smiled weakly. "I got us some pasta from Franchine's up the street."

“Daddy, I'm craving for that mouth-watering pomodoro pasta. Would you be willing to whip up a delicious meal for me?” I quickly turned my head and my lips curved into a grin. “Do you share my passion for the mouth-watering pomodoro pasta?” I was astonished afterwards. "Yes!" Andre bellowed with a fierce intensity, his eyes blazing with determination, before breaking into a broad, triumphant grin. “Livia, would you grace me with your culinary skills and prepare a delicious meal for me? When it comes to pasta, I'm a bit of a picky. Only my grandma's or dad's homemade pasta will do. However, I'm willing to make an exception for a truly exceptional dish.” His words were pronounced with great cla

“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

“Yes. Because I called dibs. You don’t mess with fridge dibs.” “I was hungry,” he said, like that was a viable defense in court. “And I was emotionally attached. You almost started a war.” “I put it back.” “Yeah, after I caught you holding it like you were about to propose.” Micah smirked. “It was a tender moment.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed a fork. “I’ve been thinking about this pasta all day. I mentally committed. I skipped lunch for this.” “Sounds healthy.” “I didn’t say smart committed.”

and I knew exactly what he meant even without words. “Marco, wait!” I called out, desperate to buy time. He turned back, curiosity etched across his face. “What is it?” “Can… can you get me my favorite? The pasta from that little Italian place? Where we had our first date.., I am craving that,” I daid. hoping to delay him even a moment longer. His brow furrowed, but he nodded begrudgingly. “Fine. I’ll be quick,” he said, stepping out the door.

I croaked out the question and hiccuped, my palm flying to cover my lips as I muttered an “oh shit.” “I’m as serious as I’d ever be Katrina,” he grunted but still went ahead to pick up the fork and dig into the pasta on the desk. I quietly watched him as he scooped the pasta into his mouth and chewed slowly, groaning in delight, eyes shutting for a moment as he savored the delicious taste. I had recalled him saying pasta was one of his favorite meals therefore while the ladies and I had lunch, I decided to get an extra for him after I tried it and found it to be delicious.