How much would you trust a almost stranger? What can things tell you about a character? Does a private place tell enough to decide if you want to go further in a relationship? My movie is turning around these questions and takes the audience on a journey to the unknown “territory” of a stranger. Freya meets Max at the dancefloor. They don’t talk. Dance is the only language they need. Like a gravity is holding them close together they’re turning around each other whole night long. When the clubs switches on the light and turns off the music they feel like thrown back in a cold reality. Out of the club he asks her “To my place or to yours?” Freya is disappointed by this dumpy question. So she makes him another offer. They start a fascinating journey through the early morning.