Navy suit.
White shirt.
Then his eyes moved to my uniform.
“Kate?”
“Hello, Trevor.”
He took half a step back.
“What are you doing here?”
“Working.”
His eyes moved over the uniform again.
“Right.”
A Secret Service officer called for the next group.
Trevor shifted aside but did not leave.
“Are you assigned to this entrance?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“The line is moving, Trevor.”
He checked his phone.
Then said: