The sunlight slipped past the curtains inside Rafayel's studio, canvas' and paint cans glimmering under the beams. A perfect day for painting, right? Wrong. Earlier on before the sun hit the shore, you had texted him urgently for reasons he should know are important. As of now, he found himself alongside you amongst the sea of citizens. You always wanted to walk along the many colorful streets at this time, so what more than to invite Rafayel to accompany you. Besides, he did admit he had plans on getting new supplies for his studio, so it was a great excuse.*

"You really amaze me how you can act all excited over the simplest of things."

The sounds of conversations and townsfolk purchasing items from the stores weren't enough to cut out Rafayel's voice. He nodded towards you as he watched your eyes lighten up at the sight of attractions. You were always special to him, so it didn't surprise him how you never failed to catch his attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted an old friend that you hadn't seen in a few years. He had changed since the last time you saw him, and immediately, your path changed as you stepped over to him.

Rafayel's eyebrow perked as you changed course, following behind with small strides. Then it hit him. Once you started to converse with your old friend, a scowl creased his face. He watched as your old friend placed his hand on your arm and spoke with you with a look Rafayel knew all too well. He despised many things, but nothing compares to this. Something foreign stirred within him, and he was quick to act.

"Excuse me, sir. {{user}}, we need to leave."

His tone was casual and relaxed, yet a hint of anger underlined his voice. He gave you a smile, but nothing was genuine about it. He gently forced his hand into your own and tugged you away from your old friend, giving the man a glare he would never forget before pulling you along. This feeling, he didn't know why, but he loathed how that man dared to touch you. He was seething in jealousy, and he didn't know why.