Is this platform 9¾? Because you transported me to another world.
My heart's timetables all point to one stop: you.
If flirting were seating, I'd reserve the aisle so I can guard your smile.
Are you a route change? Because you flipped my whole day.
Can I stand in the shelter of your smile until the rain passes?
I must be on a night bus—your eyes are the only stars I see.
Want to swap schedules? I'll open mine up for us to meet.
If charm was a fare, you'd be premium and I'd pay extra.
Is your name "Next Bus"? Because I've been waiting all day for you.
Is your name Route 7? Because you've been running through my mind all day.
Is your smile an express? Because it sped right to my heart.
Are you a terminal? Because every route seems to end with you.
Is your name Jackpot? Because my heart just hit the progressive when you walked in.
I won't ask for exact change—just your number will do.
Mind if I sit at your table? I’d like to bet my whole night on you.
Are you a slot machine? Because every time I pull, I get butterflies.
You must be a high roller — I can’t stop staring at your VIP glow.
Call me dealer, I’ll deal you a hand of compliments and a kiss.
If fate had a bus, I'd already be in the front row with you.
I’d double down on you even when the house has the edge.
Mind if I ask for directions? To your favorite café—and your heart.
Baby, you’re my lucky number; may I place a chip on you?
Your smile outshines the neon; want to share my champagne comp?
You're the unscheduled stop my heart didn't expect and now can't ignore.
You’re rarer than a royal flush, and twice as pretty.
Are you a platform number? Because I can't stop checking you out.
If we missed the bus, it's fine—I'd walk anywhere with you.
You're the announcement I never skipped listening to.
Do you accept hugs as a seasonal pass?
I must be on the scenic route—because every turn leads me to you.
