Pasta Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I politely decline, especially since Zach refuses to leave me alone with his lying ass! "I'm famished Yana, could you make me something to eat please?" Kyra beams at me happily. Leaning unto the island, I prop my cheek to my hand, "What would you like to eat hunny?" She places her index finger unto her cheek thoughtfully, "I love pasta, can you make that?" Kyra would be the perfect daughter for me in my next life! Pasta is the key to my stomach! Clapping my hands, I do a happy dance and she joins in. "We are soulmates! Pasta is my favorite!"

“We had pizza for the last two nights.” Sighing, I raked my hand through my hair. “Fine. Then how about pasta. Tell me what you want and I’ll put in a DoorDash order.” “Spaghetti,” he siad. “With extra meatballs.” Pulling out my phone, I put in the order then wandered back into the living room. There was a basketball game on, but I couldn’t really focus. Beatrice’s little visit had unnerved me. Damn, she looked good in that slinky little silk number. I didn’t have high hopes for whatever wine she was trying to peddle, but honestly, I’d been a little lonely since she left.

I don’t want to make this conversation any more awkward. So, I decide to divert the conversation altogether. I grab a chair and sit at the table. “It smells like a whole Italian restaurant exploded in here. What were you cooking?” Cooper grins, his eyes lighting up. “Just a little something I learned from my Italian ex-girlfriend. Pasta alla vodka with shrimp.” I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “And how did that turn out for you?” He chuckles. “Not too shabby, if I may say so myself. Want to try?”

HANA "Baby, you love, Pasta. It's our food. Remember?" Celia shook her head, crossing her hands across her chest. "I hate Pasta. I never want to see that again or smell that." The next second, Alexander ordered the waiter to take the plate away from our table. He was so sure she would like the Pasta. I asked him to wait until Celia came out from the washroom. But he ordered it, saying he knows her wife well.

I hurriedly pick up the fork next to the plate and hungrily scooped up the pasta. "I knew it! I know your weakness. Tuna pasta makes you a seven-year-old kid!" he teased and laugh hardly as if his throat is going to break. I ignored what he had said. I was busy with the food on my plate. It's mouthwatering! Tuna pasta is my fucking favourite! "Slow down, dude. Tita will be going to scold me if you die due to suffocation." he teased once again. Still, I didn't pay attention to him. It's more meaningful to face this delicious meal in front of me than talking to my monkey cousin.

' I laughed. 'I will get you fired!' He shouted before running off. 'Look on the bright side! I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday!' I heard him screamed with fright after I said that. I slapped my lap as I laughed. Why am I so annoying? My eyes blurred out, like I found myself somewhere else, a small restaurant. "Good evening and welcome to Pasta Castle lá Beef Feast…" "Huh?" I asked. "We sell more pasta and meat related foods, I don't know, I'm not the owner, so what can I get you? You are welcome to be the first few to try our new spaghetti recipe."

He smirked, pulling out the chair opposite me as it scraped against the floor, while he sat down, taking a bite of the pasta. I just glanced at him, didn’t say anything as I dove into the food. The pasta was al dente, coated in a light olive oil sauce that burst with flavors of fresh herbs. His eyes were glued to his phone, his fingers scrolling, and every few seconds, he'd let out a low chuckle or a giggle at only God knows what. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant hum of traffic outside and the occasional clink of forks. After a while, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Who’s she?" I blurted out, my voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.

"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?

My hips quake and jerk and he smiles edge-ways at me. He leans in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while "You're still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the main course soon." And with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen napkin. He dabs at his mouth with the napkin, talking behind it. "You're drenched, Kirstie. Wonderful. How's your pasta?" My pasta? Ohhhh... Godddddd... *****

“I don’t have anything special planned.” “Would you like to have supper with me?” he asked with another dazzling smile that warmed her down to her toes. “I would love to,” she said suddenly, glancing downward when she realized how eager she sounded. “Great. Do you like pasta?” he asked as they walked into the lobby of the hotel. “I love pasta, but I don’t eat it much. It’s not very good for the waistline.” She bit her tongue as she tried to put a halt to the malfunctioning filter between her brain and her mouth. She looked up into the dark eyes that traveled down her slender body and felt a strange tingling in her inner thighs, when his eyes began inspecting the area of discussion.