A driver. Trevor clenched his teeth at the demeaning job she threw upon him and if it wouldn't have raised even more questions, he would have called her a liar then and there. But, he was quickly coming to find out, that was the way of Connie. She lied as easily as she breathed. He was certain that she had been taking care of other business, but no...here she was, defying the Captain's orders. If he could bend her over the knee and swat her, he would have. Except that, it would land him in very hot waters, especially with the curious looks from everyone in the diner.<br/><br/>So focused was he on Connie that when Veronika spoke, Trevor turned to bid her a simple hello before he paused and let his eyes linger on her for a few moments. My, she was beautiful. The smile he offered her was much softer, almost gentle as one might speak to a respectable woman as he bowed his head respectfully, "Ma'am."<br/><br/>That Connie thought this woman to be a man was simply ridiculous and he wanted to rant and rave at her but he knew that now was not the time. They were in hot water - well,<em>he</em>was in hot waters - and they needed to come out of this without their cover blown. His as the 'driver' and her as...whatever the hell she was lying about. Gods above when they had placed them as partners, he hadn't understood why it was that no one wanted to work work her. Well, he had simply thought it was because she was a woman but no, no it was because Connie considered herself a junior version of the infamous Peggy Carter. Whom she said she knew and had trained under.<br/><br/>He was pretty sure that was a lie too.<br/><br/>"What she means to say," Trevor smiled as he looked at Veronika, ignoring the other man entirely, "is that I am a good friend and I am a driver...but I am not HER driver." He looked at Connie and then at Veronika before he finally looked at the other man and said quietly, "We are just leaving, sir. I am sorry to disturb your lunch."<br/><br/>When she straightened her back, Trevor's eyes almost glanced down to the breasts she was puffing out in display but he caught himself in time and stammered quickly, "I am sure you do." If his eyes strayed down or even lingered a little too much, the other men in the diner would think he was being forward an he would land in even hotter waters. Gods Above, it was exhausting being surrounded by such bigotry day in and day out.<br/><br/>Shaking her hand politely, he squeezed it as he offered her a smile, "It truly was a pleasure." Feeling like at any moment he would be kicked out, he turned and strode out of the diner expecting Connie to follow him. Oh, once they were in the car he would give her a talking to, but right now, he had to play it calm and casually. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with such ignorance and it wouldn't be the last, though sometimes he wondered why he didn't just go work and be around people who wouldn't question him because of the color of his skin.<br/><br/>Because you're here to make a difference, he told himself as he stepped outside of the establishment and took a deep breath of fresh air. Because no one, not even Connie Patteron, would stand between him and his dream of making a difference.<br/><br/>Now if she would only calm do and do as she was told, then they could work well as partners.