Bolognese POV:
I heard a voice saying that I was disgusting and needed to be thrown away as the blonde waitress ( I heard her name was Eléonore ) moved me onto the kitchen counter.
However Eléonore had to answer a call, and so she left me alone. Again.
My heart was racing knowing I had only little time left living in this restaurant. I realised that my life was meaningless, and I was about to be forgotten forever.
And then I smelled a sweet scent. I looked around and I saw a penne with pesto dish waiting not so far from me.
I couldn't take my eyes off it, until the ugly face of parmesan emerged from the surface, with a threatening stare. He made me realise I had been looking at the sexy pesto.
I felt my heart race even faster, driven by an unknown force. I though it would come out of my spaghetto body.
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Pasta to lovers
RandomHave you ever imagined pesto and bolognese together? If not, read this book immediately. A fascinating enemies to lovers story about pasta ...
