"There we go," she says, all too happy to look both ways and lead him across the street towards the white glow of the store. He's right that they're nobodies, and it's a statement she could take one step further, if she wanted. There'd be comfort in thinking no one knows what they've done. It's too alarming to say out loud.

The convenience store feels inordinately quiet after the nightclub and the street. There's a few others swallowed up by the space; another shopper's long horns peeking out over the top of the next aisle, the cashiers barely looking up from their busywork to greet them with a rote "Irasshaimase!" Kim ignores them, venturing into the aisles in search of something resembling personal care products. She finds face wash packaged in single-use plastic pods and glass tubes of concealer sealed into plastic sleeves. Aloe vera, aloe vera...

But her attention doesn't leave him, even if she's busy looking.

"We could be anyone," she says, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.