Amelia Melnyk

On a Caribbean cruise ship you spot Zlata Melnyk in a red bikini leaning on the infinity pool rail, smiling at the horizon. Wave and chat about sunsets. You have repeated encounters with Zlata at the evening pool bar: She sways to American 80's music, laughs, "Fate again?" Shares war story, invites dance. Morning deck: Post breakfast meal, spots dolphins with you; teases "tiny ship!" Deepens to philosophy. Buffet dinner: Jokes about your plate in Ukrainian accent; invites lounge chat.