A supermarket. A meeting. A love story.

Two clowns, two buffoons, or maybe just two people, are carefully moving among the shelves. Wearing double latex gloves, masks, and wrapped in multiple layers of plastic, they wander with telescopic poles and spray bottles, which they use to clean everything before touching it, to keep the world at a safe distance. Everyone is trying to retrieve what they need as quickly as possible, but on the detergent shelf, there's only one bottle left.

They see each other from afar, and they understand immediately. What will become of this fight to the last Coccolino? Is it possible that such an enemy, in suspicious times, could become something more?