The smartphone cameraperson captures the married couple, playing strangers in a grocery store’s empty toilet paper aisle, glossy eyes burning through each other. Abruptly, mutually, recklessly, they fall into each other’s arms.
Minutes later in the parking lot, the couple, holding hands six feet away from him, express profuse gratitude for his help with the short film they wanted to make. He says he thinks it’ll move so many people to tears, and he’ll Dropbox them the footage before bedtime. He goes home alone, to nobody but the footage of two people connecting.