Georgia smiled, her ears warming pink. "Yeah, I haven't been back in five years, so I figured I'd look around a bit."
"Sounds nice," Timothy said. "Georgia, what were you like back in high school?"
"Um… kind of reserved and low-key? Not very good at socializing?"
It had been so long, and this was a pretty subjective self-assessment, so Georgia sounded pretty unsure of herself.
Timothy chuckled. "Really? Because I swear the first time I saw you at that competition, you were sharp as a tack and could talk circles around anyone."
Georgia immediately knew what he was talking about.
Back when she was in 11th grade, she'd represented her high school at a competition held at the university Timothy attended. When the judges had played favorites and tried to screw her over, she'd stood up for
