Mica's eyes glitter. "You don't know? How exciting!" She raises her own glass and sips, glancing at the door when it opens. Would that be the elusive Mr Johnson? But no, not unless there had been some serious gender issues. At a second glance, Mica narrows her eyes. "Speaking of companions." She muses. "I<i>know</i>woman. She never struck me as the type to visit an Italian restaurant on her lonesome, but eh... this place sure is popular."<br/><br/>She looks back to Antonio, cocking her head as she considers. "She's kinda in your line of work. Not quite, but kinda... I could call her over but... " Mica smiles and shrugs slightly. "I wouldn't want to interrupt whatever she's up to... and besides, I haven't finished my dinner yet."