Raoul is 20, he lives alone in a Paris attic room. He's a student in Art History working on his master's degree. However, he finds it hard to concentrate on the task in hand as, for serveral months now, he has been obsessed by a single idea : he wants to be kissed. Therefore, he spends hours in pavement cafés watching women walk by and wanders for days on end through the streets of Paris hoping for an unlikely encounter. So why doesn't he ever go up to the girls whom he often sees alone, reading on a bench or writing at a café table ?