He had also looked slightly confused at the pulling into the parking lot, and that confusion quickly became astonishment.
"Me? But... I don't have a driver's license." This wasn't stopping her from circling the car toward him, though. "No, really, I have never been behind the wheel. I've never even ridden a motorcycle." Still wasn't stopping her. "I mean, I can ride a horse, but that is it."
The door opened, and Connor sheepishly moved out of the passenger seat and circled the car.
Okay, yes, being in the driver's seat just felt weird. Surprisingly, he didn't have to adjust the seat all that much. Unlike many of the men who 'caped' with them, Connor was fairly short, only two inches taller than Dinah. So the adjusting of mirrors was easy.
Then he looked at the steering wheel, shuffled his feet lightly against the pedals, then down to the shift. "Um..." he looked to Dinah for help.