Seven years apart w.ukraińska

Clementine's career is carefully planned, she loves her job, works hard and is preparing for a promotion, so she has no time for romance. But one day, in the apartment she inherited from her deceased aunt, she meets a guy with kind eyes, strange tattoos, a southern accent and the scent of lemon pie. A guy you could fall in love with. But here's the rub! He lives in the past, exactly seven years ago. Ever since she was a child, she has heard that this apartment is magical and allows time travel, and that one should never fall in love within its walls. Will Clementine be willing to break this precept? And what is more important - time or timeliness?