Sunday, May 7, 1995, shortly before 8 p.m. The whole of France holds its breath, their eyes glued to the screen, to discover the face of the new president of the Republic. But this night where joy and deception are mixed, is not a night like all the others. Couples are formed and break up on the rhythm of casual meeting and of chance. It is thus that Myriam, nineteen and still a virgin, crosses the path of Joachim, a man twice her age, who is a bit weary of his many liaisons. In the gloomy and banal station of Dijon, a strange little night concerto is played, delicate and amusing, magic and bewitching.