"Sure I'll help you out," he smiled. "Just let me know when." Michael didn't mind helping her, especially if it meant she'd avoid further injury. Plus, he'd get to spend more time with her and that was good too.
"Oh thanks," he replied. Michael ran his free hand through his hair. He thought he was fairly good, but those drawings were kind of rough to him. He was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to his art. "Yeah I'll let you know when I finish it. You can come down to the bar and check it out." He looked up at the sky and smiled. "I'm glad it's such a nice day. I haven't been on the swings in ages."