Georgie sighed, dropping his fork. "It’s Veronica. She’s sitting over there with her friends. I want to go talk to her, but every time I get up, my legs feel like they’re made of Jell-O."

He slammed the phone down.

"Hey, Veronica," Georgie said, trying to lower his voice an octave. "It’s Georgie. I was just wondering if you... uh..."

Georgie took a deep breath and marched to the phone on the wall. He dialed the number with shaking fingers. Sheldon stood by, observing like a scientist watching a lab rat navigate a maze.