Pasta Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

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

"Dramatic much?" "You try surviving Veyra’s wrath," he shot back, following me out the door. "Then we’ll see who’s dramatic." ********** The cafeteria was bustling, the hum of conversation and clattering of trays filling the air. The scent of garlic and tomatoes hit me as soon as we walked in, my stomach growling in response. "Pasta," I declared, heading straight for the line. "With extra cheese. And bread." Charlie groaned in agreement, rubbing his hands together. "And soda," he said, his voice fervent. "Cold. Fizzy. Like the nectar of the gods."

Not assuming. Not demanding anything from me except an answer that belongs entirely to me. “I’m free tonight,” I say quietly. “Dinner sounds nice.” His shoulders relax, a slow smile forming — not triumphant, not smug. Just warm. “Really?” “Really.” His smile grows a little wider. “Good. I’ll pick you up around seven? Nothing fancy. I thought we could go to that small place near the valley. The one that makes fresh pasta.” I nod. “I like that place.”

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.

I almost smiled at the thought. “I thought you weren't very interested in me paying back.” “Remember you turned down that offer.” I never really wanted to be indebted to him on the account of my father's debts anyways. “Well, I will surely pay you back, Chairman Jay Adams,” I said half rolling my eyes and he chuckled. I tasted the cheesy pasta. “Mmh-mh. This is nice.” Typical Mrs Caro’s pasta. I just knew she was the one that made it. “Any plans for today? Like us going to the movies or some lovely place?”

“That was... something.” I sank into a chair, my legs suddenly unsteady. “Yeah.” She studied me for a long moment before grabbing two forks from the drawer. “Men are idiots,” she announced, stabbing a piece of overcooked pasta. I took the fork she offered, my fingers still tingling where Adrian had touched them. “I agree with you.” Ava shrugged, shoving pasta into her mouth. The pasta was cold and mushy, but I ate it anyway, staring at the door Adrian had just walked out of.

“I need to make use of the bathroom. As soon as possible. I barely had the chance to make it to the ladies’ room, all I knew was the pasta shamelessly made a tragic exit and landed on the floor. It happened so fast that I had no time to code everything in. After everything, I was able to wash my face. I took a very long breath to calm my nerves. Then texted Mo the next second: "Does having a heavy craving for spicy pasta have any connection to having a new life growing in someone?" Trust Mo, she didn't waste even a second. She replied so fast that I feared she might have been holding her phone and expecting my text.

“so pleaseeeee i’m allowed to be dramatic.” “A year and you forgot how to pick calls?” she shot back. “I’ve been trying this number for days!” “Days?” I frowned. “How did you even get my number?” “Austin.” Of course. I let out a small laugh. “That guy still talks too much.” “He said and I quote—‘If you find Iris, tell her I still make the best pasta in the city.’” I burst out laughing. “He would say that.” “So you do remember him.”

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.

Pregnant cravings wer really weird, he shook his head. "What else?" he inquried. Sabrina looked up at thae ceiling as she was thinking. Meanwhile, Gabriel prayed that there will be no more as he did not want to leave her alone in that room for too long. "I missed your pasta," she finally muttered. "Can you cook that for me with lots of parmesan cheese, please?" she gave him a puppy look eyes. Who can say no to that? Shaking his head, Gabriel pecked her lips and quickly stood up, "Anything else?" he raised his eyebrows.