Mike had been spending a lot of time with Amanda off the job. She just needs a friend right now, so he's biding his time. But he isn't spending tonight with her, instead he's at a restaurant downtown, stuck at some contrived "networking" meeting that his father insisted he go to.
He sees a drop dead gorgeous woman enter the restaurant with Carisi trailing behind her, yapping away. They get a table at the front of the restaurant by the window and pull out a bunch of files from their briefcases. Hmmm . . . she must be some kind of lawyer, too.
He tries to look like he's paying attention to his dad's cronies, but instead he keeps looking over at the two of them. They are both smiling and laughing, and she keeps casually reaching out to touch his arm. For some reason this is pissing him off so he makes a polite excuse to leave the table and heads over to theirs.
"So what part of Italy is your family from? Me, my family, were from the Northern part," he points at his hair and eyes and gives Gina a knowing smile.
She chuckles and returns his knowing smile, "Well, we're not from there exactly. From all over, actually . . . "
Mike steps up to the table.
"Hello," he says in greeting. "I saw you over here and just wanted to stop by and say hi."
"Hey Dodds," Carisi says and shakes his hand in greeting.
"Introduce me?" Mike asks looking from Gina to Carisi.
"What, you moving in on her too now?"
Mike gives him a patient smile until Carisi breaks down, sighs, and says, "Mike Dodds, meet Gina Santi. We both work for Barba."
"Nice to meet you," Mike says and shakes her hand.
"Pleasure." She sure is pretty. Mike wonders what she's doing flirting with Carisi - this guy must have some kind of hidden charm. He just can't figure it out.
He leans down and half-mockingly tells her, "Don't let him break your heart."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Carisi demands loudly, defensively.
"You know," Mike says and looks down at him condescendingly before walking off.
"What?" Carisi exclaims, his arms open wide.
"What was that about?" Gina asks him.
"I have no idea," Carisi says glumly and looks down at his plate. But he thinks he actually might.