Since seeing Brayden at the bookstore, Mikayla had been riddled with guilt. She'd allowed herself to forget how hard it had been to leave when she did now that she was a few years removed from it, but actually hearing how her actions had impacted him had brought it all back to the forefront and made it that much more real. The knowledge that she might run into him at any moment around town set her on edge, but she tried her best to push it out of her mind for the day. It was a holiday and the town had been relatively quiet since New Years, so she was hoping things would be going back to some semblance of normal.

Since arriving, she'd seen a few of her friends, but she'd mostly kept to herself, wandering through the various vendors to see what was being offered before finding her way through the rows of grapevines in the vineyard. She noticed a familiar figure down the way and slowed to a stop, about to turn back the way she'd come when he spotted her. "I'm sorry. I'm not stalking you, I promise. I assumed most everyone would be up there where the action's happening..."

"Sanem, correct?" Giovanni spoke as he approached the young woman, offering out a hand. "Giovanni. Though I'm sure you already know that, don't you?" Having recruited Firestorm into the fold of The Enterprise, he was aware of each of its members -- probably moreso than any of them realized -- but he still felt it important to personally interact with each so they knew who they were working for. "Are you enjoying yourself today?"

Giovanni had been satisfied following his meeting with Lachlan that things were on track for the infiltration of Tonopah's government, and now all he needed to do was be patient. It was one of his stronger suits, so long as the players on the board moved in the way he wanted them to. He made sure to observe the mayor throughout the event, remaining as cordial as always. Finding Lachlan amongst the crowd, he took a seat beside the man. "Are you as tired of playing friendly neighbor with the riff raff as I am?"

Events were the perfect place to put on a show. The Riccis were doing just that, pretending to be a happy, loving couple when that couldn't be further from the truth. Keeping up appearances was paramount, however, which was why Giovanni was showing his face here in the first place. They'd done plenty of small talk up to that point, and as the night carried on, he found himself needing something to help him get through it. Leaning into Genevieve's ear so only she could hear him, he said, "I'm thinking of grabbing some wine, if you'd like to accompany me inside."

Mikayla had been wandering the grounds when she'd found the area the vineyard had set up for wine tastings. She approached, looking over some of the options, when she noticed something falling from the pocket of the woman beside her. She knelt down and picked up a $20 bill, standing and gently tapping on the woman's shoulder to get her attention without frightening her. "Excuse me," Mikayla offered a smile and held out the money. "I think this slipped out when you grabbed your phone. Figured you might be looking for it later."

"Is that your ex?" Mikayla nodded in the direction of a heavily tattooed man who gave off the energy of clearly not wanting to be there. He resembled one of the pictures she'd seen at Maeve's apartment, but had yet to actually meet the man, especially because the two of them hadn't ended on good terms -- not that the relationship ever seemed to be on good terms from what she'd been told. "Has he approached you since that time he showed up at your place?"