Do you believe in layovers? Because I could stay here forever watching you.
This shelter isn't the only thing keeping me warm—mind if I stick around?
If eyes were bus headlights, you'd have my whole route lit up.
I must've missed the express because I'm stuck staring at you.
Are we delayed? Because time stopped when you walked in.
Mind if I sit next to you? I promise to share the window seat of my heart.
Call me a conductor, because I'd guide you straight to dinner.
Are you a lost glove at the station? Because I want to hold you close.
If attraction were a timetable, we'd be synchronized arrivals.
You're the reason I'd wait an extra hour in any weather.
Can I stand in the shelter of your smile until the rain passes?
Is your name "Next Bus"? Because I've been waiting all day for you.
Are you a terminal? Because every route seems to end with you.
I won't ask for exact change—just your number will do.
If fate had a bus, I'd already be in the front row with you.
Mind if I ask for directions? To your favorite café—and your heart.
You're the unscheduled stop my heart didn't expect and now can't ignore.
Can I be your benchmate? I offer good conversation and bad jokes.
If I had a transfer card, I'd use it to spend more time with you.
Should we pretend the bus is late and ride this conversation longer?
Are you a bus pass? Because you grant me access to your world.
My map led me here, but my heart says stay with you.
If kisses were bus stops, I'd stop at every one to see you.
Want to split a fare? I promise to split the bill on our date too.
If flirting were a fare, I'd happily overpay just to see you smile.
Do you accept hugs as a seasonal pass?
I must be on the scenic route—because every turn leads me to you.
Can I be your emergency exit? Preferably the romantic kind.
Do you need a schedule? Because I'm planning my future with you.
I didn't know this stop came with a view—until you showed up.
