You consider it seriously

"Slick?" you laugh. "I haven't been called that in years."

"Not since college? I found it when I was researching you," she smiles.

"You're pretty thorough. What else did you find."

"That you were a great fielder and a decent hitter in college but couldn't adjust to professional pitching. Oakland didn't have the time or patience to invest in working with you when you didn't respond quickly, and when they drafted Iglesias they gave up on you. You had a reputation as a good guy, and a good teammate, and apparently you were quite the hit with the ladies wherever you played. I can see why," she winks at you with flirting eyes.

You feel yourself flush again, not sure what to make of this sharp intelligent woman. She's very pretty, with flashing hazel eyes, but despite her flirting you know this is not one of the easy conquests that you became used to during your career. In many ways she reminds you of Christina Thorpe, and you feel slightly intimidated by her.

"So what's it going to be Slick? Will you stay in contact, let me know if you learn anything. There could be something in it for you," she grins.

"Like what?" you grin back, trying to match her confident flirting.

"Like another beer," she laughs. "Maybe even lunch. Depends on what you find out. You'll have to wait and see."

"Ok," you agree with your best smile. "I'll do it. Just keep my name out of things."

"Deal," she says, offering you her hand.