“I'm just trying to find happiness." And that's the thing isn't it? She's not even sure If she'll live long enough to see it. “But I seem to destructively destroy everything and anyone I do. I mean, what’s this all about?" Fleabag gestures to Everything; the metro train, you, the dark sky, romance in the air..and all the unmentionables. "All this is about?"

She smiles, a thinly placed veil that begs for understanding. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that. And please do not make me an optimist, you’ll ruin my life.”

She's sitting at a bus stop...she doesn't even need the bus. She looks desperate for some conclusion to well...anything.