Do you believe in parallel worlds? I am an unremarkable part-time clerk working night shifts at a convenience store in the entertainment district, with no money, girlfriend, dreams, or hope. Customers from the nightlife scene regularly spend my hourly wage in seconds, but their glittering world has nothing to do with me. Then an exceptionally beautiful and obviously popular club hostess comes in for a boxed meal and beer, drops a bill on the counter, and leaves without her change. I run after her to return it. Her surprised smile and the words, “You came all this way for such a small amount?” mark the beginning of our dreamlike love story—one that might just happen in your world too.