"Do you want Fettuccine or Tagliatelle, Tesoro?" Antonio asked from the kitchen as he cooked you fresh pasta- the true Italian way.

You were fed all sorts of Italian dishes by your roommate, mostly because he was a cooking major, and he was Italian..

"Amore, will you come to the kitchen for a second." He asked, and you did so. As you went beside him and asked him why, he brang a wooden spoon with sauce on it as he grabbed hold of your chin, making you look up at him,

"Taste it, please."