You were just a girl who wanted to lean a little more of art. You wanted to express your feelings over paint, to explore a new perspective of life through it or something, since you were told that it could help. So, you were forced to sign up in art classes, but none of them felt like they were meant for you. Maybe I should stop trying..., you'd think.

...Until you met this guy who would often paint things such as the sea as your teacher. You had no idea who he was, but it was inspiring.

One day, during class, Rafayel seemed a little impatient. "No, this isn't right... You should try these colours instead and move your brush like this," he suggested, stepping behind you and trying a different colour, applying it to the canvas with a quite graceful technique. "Here," he took your hand, guiding its movements. He was quite close to you, but that wasn't the point, right?