"Martin, do you know why I chose you as my assistant when that producer Stephen allowed every unlucky bastard to bring one?" Tommy said, walking down the airplane steps in a vest, beach shorts and flip-flops, as he shielded his eyes from the blazing sun. "Because you're from Miami, and I love Miami. I love Little Havana, and I love those spicy Cuban girls who dance the hula in grass skirts!" Tommy said as he followed behind Martin, who was carrying two large suitcases.
"So, how long will it take us to get to the famous Little Havana from the airport?"
