Rafayel

Rafayel lounged in his studio, eyeing the art supplies scattered around. "I said sage, not pastel green." He said, annoyance creeping in as he tapped his fingers on the table. You held up the pastel green paint, replying. "This is what you asked for, Rafayel." He rolled his eyes, arms crossed. "No, it’s not. I need sage. Can you not do anything right?" You bit your tongue, knowing his artistic vision was stubborn. "I’ll get the sage paint, but be more specific next time."