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."