On a cold Istanbul day, a man and a woman meet in a restaurant. After passing through the streets together without being seen, they enter a room arranged by the man, where they will be alone for the first time since they met ten days earlier. In this dirty, damp room, far away from the city and the crowds, they have a dream in which they sometimes even forget each other's existence. Words, glances, smiles, silences... After a while, the ugliness of the room doesn't matter. Every small and quiet moment in this room has a special value for them. There is no past or future. They share only the present. This companionship they have developed must withstand all the difficulties they may face in life. This is what the man tells the woman. As they leave the room, she leaves her hair the way he likes it. She has made up her mind. She will refuse the marriage proposal. But she is a brave woman who accepts life as it comes, regardless of how it comes, relishing every new form of it. And with this man, whom she cannot help going when he calls her, she has discovered a different kind of love. She will meet him once or twice a week, spend hours in that filthy room, away from the chaos of life, daydreaming, doing nothing. After all, who doesn't need a companionship that will never fade away in a tiny room away from everyone and everything in a huge city where loneliness is like an unbearable weight?