She needs more time

"I'll handle this one," you tell your receptionist as the blonde former US Olympian Nastia Liukin walks into your office, you simply waving her in instead of the usual buzzing.

"Nastia, make yourself at home," you tell her as you look at her amazing legs in her tight white pair of shorts, along with a pink top to match.

"Thanks for taking my call John," she says to you as she sits down on your couch, "I know that you're not usually a "sports guy", but I'm not really exclusive to that world, either."

Good, you think to yourself, she's taken it upon herself to establish some common ground between the two of you.

"That was quite a sales pitch, Nastia," you tell her, "but frankly, I probably would've tried to sign you, anyway."

You present her with a contract sometime later, thinking she might actually sign it before she leaves the office, but she doesn't yet, fora very good reason.

"I've got sponsors and junk like that I need to clear this with," she tells you as she heads for the door, "but I really don't think it'll be much of a problem."

"Take all the time you need," you tell her as she leaves the office, expecting to hear from her again, but not knowing exactly when that would be.