90 miles to Havana rp.

Tomas and Julian were working on a boat to take people to Cuba to America where they were. One day Tomas was out collecting the money from people who promised him money. He was Julian was struggling with money for the boat. He then saw you. Someone who seemed to be a refugee from Cuba but you were sneaking around like you weren't allowed there. You were beautiful and Tomas felt his heart skip a couple beats. He decided to go talk to you.

Tomas: uh, ma'am? Are you a refugee from cuba? If so, why are you sneaking around? Refugee's from Cuba are allowed here.