Veronika walked with Trevor and Sandi to his car, noticing how the gentleman slowed his pace to accommodate for the ladies and their heels, and how both the firmness of his muscles and the softness of Sandi felt very nice. It was quite the pleasant place to be, she reflected, between these two. She began to wonder if Sandi had ever used Trevor as more than a driver. Or would it be the other way around? She was still getting used to American social customs.<br/><br/>She slipped into the backseat happily enough, glad that she hadn't had to attempt to move for it first. While she had calmed herself down, she was still on edge, and wanted everyone where she could see them. She sat directly behind Trevor. Not that she was planning to do anything to him, but just out of force of habit. If she needed to take control of the car, this was the only position she could realistically try it from - a surprise attack around the neck. With his strength, she'd never overpower him from the driver's seat. Sandi, well, poor sweet Sandi would likely just scream and do what Veronika told her afterwards. The spy, in other words, was quite fooled by Connie's act.<br/><br/>She watched the two in the rear view mirror, paying attention to them but also her surroundings as they drove by. She hadn't ever been to this part of town before, so after they got away from the studio plots she found herself wondering about little stores and buildings they passed by. She paused as Sandi told her she had something to tell her. Her grip tightened on something in her purse. And then it relaxed as she heard the story. She let out a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Oh Connie." She said, reaching out and giving the woman's hand a gentle squeeze. "How can you keep this from me? I thought you and me were friends!" She pouted a little, playing it up in a light hearted manner. "Did you think I would care that you are rich? It is not something to be ashamed of." She smiled at her. "Connie." She said again, repeating the word as if getting used to it. "Connie. It fits you better." She said appraisingly, with a smile. "But you know I think Sandi was more fun." She laughed.<br/><br/>She squeezed her hand once more and gave her a friendly smile. Then she turned to Trevor, a twinkle in her eyes. "And what about you big man?" She said with a playful grin. "What secrets are you keeping from us?" She said with a teasing lilt. "Are you truly the King of Mexico and taking us to your harem now?" She said, enjoying her jokes. "I warn you." She lifted a finger and pointed at him, "I do not take part in any production unless I am star!" She laughed, both at the idea that she had the sort of influence to make such demands, and at the thought of being a black man's favorite concubine in Mexico. Now that would be an interesting way for her story to go.<br/><br/>Ah, but no, sadly it seemed spaghetti in West Hollywood was more the plan for the evening. Ah, reality, so dull sometimes, the woman with the most dramatic lie of all thought to herself.