I looked over at the Finn sitting next to me. He threw his pencil across the room and now sat pouting with his arms crossed.
"What's wrong?" I asked rubbing his knee.
He didn't answer and continued to sulk.
I rolled my eyes. "What? Did you mess up or something?" I asked trying to get to the problem.
Ville nodded. "I give up!"
"On what? Let me see what you've been working on." I demanded.
Reluctantly, he gave up the sketches he's been drawing.
"They're... they're pictures of me," I stated surprised. "Wow these are really good." I smiled.
"No they're not," he shook his head.
"Sure they are. What's wrong with them?"
"No matter how much I practice I still can't make drawing's of you pretty enough." He said looking down.