Pasta Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

She said as she approached me, she wanted to hug me but i slightly stepped back "Morning " I said "Err.. Well.. I am cooking your favourite dish, i called your mom and she told that you love eating pasta sprinkled with garlic " Kayla said while smiling revealing her white teeth "I am sorry i can't eat it, i will take muffin with peanut butter instead " I said "But why?? trust me, you will like it.. I make it Specially for you.. Plss " She sadly and i sighed "My mom told you my favourite dish is pasta sprinkled with garlic?? I asked and she nodded

The waiter nods, he walks towards me after getting Delian’s order, “what would you like to have this evening ma’am” “Pasta” I say, not bothering to look at the menu. He nods, “what type of pasta”, I smile, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s pasta” “Okay ma’am. I’m on it” he says, before walking away from our table. “So?” Delian says, in an attempt to grab my attention. “So?” I repeat. “So are you excited about your third book being published?” He asks. I nod, “of course I am, and you know that”

“Don’t be silly. Of course, I want to have dinner with you. I cooked pasta for us.” “Yes, pasta, your favorite,” I said, chuckling. “And it should be your favorite too. Why do you love visiting an Italian restaurant if you don’t love pasta?” “It’s not like there’s only pasta served in an Italian restaurant, right baby?” “I know. But you must try my pasta before I cry. Give my poor pasta a try." "I've tried it before and I liked it. You got your mother's cooking skills." "No, my cooking skill is far cry from mom's skills. I'll keep trying, though, soon I'll be a good cook like mom or like you. It's a shame you're a better cook than, baby."

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.

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

Time passes During lunch break, I sat with Samar in the cafeteria. The man was a great cook and today he made his special pasta for me. I snached his box and ate all his pasta. “This is cheating” “Everything is fair in love and pasta” I ate his pasta and gave his box back to him. "Wow!! I think his wife will be some model" One of the girls shouted, who was sitting next to our table. "but I want to be with him" "Looking at his body structure he will be good in bed, god look at his body I search him on internet his six pack abs"

He asked, peering into the pot “Pasta and grilled chicken.” “No way!” He exclaimed “I'm serious.” “I've been craving that for over two days now. This is amazing.” He said, having a taste. My phone rang, and it was an incoming call from Julia. “Hey girl, you've not been online?” She asked “Yes, I've been quite occupied since I got back to the house. I was going to reach out to you later on. It was nice seeing you today.” “Same here. I dropped a text but decided to call since you were not responding. I'm sure you're with your lover; let me give you some space to yourselves; take care, Baby.”

Flustered I look up at him and chuckle "Please read it out for me," I ask him putting my menu down "Tell me what you like and I'll tell you if it's here," he says smirking "I don't know I guess I like any kind of pasta except pesto pasta," I say and he nods. He shuts his menu and then a waitress walks over to us

Maxwell smirked and told him with a light laugh, “Nope man and it looks like your pasta dreams just died.” Chuckling at his ugly look, Michael added calmly, “Pasta is not going anywhere, but you are if you don’t eat your food. And besides, it's really delicious.” Xander glared at both of them and said with a displeased look, “You people are heartless.” Maxwell laughed and responded back with a nonchalant look on his face, “Eat your porridge, patient.”

"What would you like to eat, my lady?" ​My lady? The way he said it—so playful and yet so intimate—made the butterflies in my stomach go into a full-on riot. ​"Hmmm... how about some Pasta Carbonara?" I asked. ​"Sounds good." We found a nearby restaurant and walked in, still hand-in-hand. Even as we sat down, I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Maybe we are.