If romance were a bus route, we'd be the scenic loop everyone talks about.
This bench has a rule: one smile shared equals one date earned.
Can I check your schedule? I want to pencil in "us" every day.
Is your laugh the bus horn? Because it grabbed my attention instantly.
You must be my destination—because the map fades when you're near.
If flirting were a platform announcement, I'd declare a special stop for you.
I must be on a heritage line—my heart stops for classics like you.
Want a free transfer? I'll escort you to coffee like it's complimentary.
You're the VIP passenger in the crowded bus of my thoughts.
If you were a timetable I'd never check another schedule again.
If attraction were a timetable, we'd be synchronized arrivals.
Are you a lost glove at the station? Because I want to hold you close.
Call me a conductor, because I'd guide you straight to dinner.
Mind if I sit next to you? I promise to share the window seat of my heart.
Are we delayed? Because time stopped when you walked in.
I must've missed the express because I'm stuck staring at you.
If eyes were bus headlights, you'd have my whole route lit up.
This shelter isn't the only thing keeping me warm—mind if I stick around?
Do you believe in layovers? Because I could stay here forever watching you.
Are you a route map? Because you make my life make sense.
If kisses were transfers, I'd give you unlimited free rides.
My heart paid full fare to ride beside you—do you accept contactless?
You and me on this bench could be the most scenic transfer of the day.
Can I buy you a ticket? First stop: coffee, final stop: my heart.
Do you mind if I upgrade my stay to "us"?
Do you offer a couples' discount on slow dances in the lobby?
Is your name Reservation? Because I've been saving a spot for you.
If we were on the rooftop, I'd call the stars to dim so you shine.
If we shared a wake-up call, I'd request "good morning, gorgeous."
If love were cotton candy, you'd be a carnival-sized cloud.
