You're the one not sure about it

"Mr. Doe, your next appointment Ms. Patrick has arrived," your receptionist tells you, the nature of this visit from Danica Patrick still a little unclear to you as you have her buzzed in.

"Ms. Patrick, what brings you to this neck of the woods," you ask her as you look her up and down in her blue shirt, blue jeans and leather jacket, "I have to be quite honest. Sports really isn't what I usually do here."

She tells you that despite the sponsorship deals that she has and the fame she has acquired under her current team, she still wishes to expand her horizons.

"Can you help me do that, Mr. Doe?" she asks you as she sits down on the leather sofa in your office.

"I think you've come to the right place Danica," you tell her, beginning to hammer out the documents for her to look over, "and please. Call me John."

The two of you make small talk for a few more minutes until Danica tells you she has to run, telling you that she needs a few more days to make such a big decision.

As she leaves your office, you get a nice view of her backside, but you yourself aren't too sure you want to take on the extra responsibility of the sports world.