Jan 3, 2025
“Hey, Rigatoni, are you almost rea—“ Will’s jaw drops to the ground when he sees him.
“What?” Rigatoni asks, eyebrows drawing together in concern. “Is there something on my sauce?”
“No, no. You look—“ Will was struggling to find the right words. But then, “You look pastatively amazing,”
Rigatoni blushes at this. “Penne for your thoughts about my suit?”
“It’s made me farfalle-n for you” Will replies.
“Thank you,” Rigatoni giggles. “Let’s go have the most pestolicious night of our lives at the Red Martini together.”
