The private gallery is closed, and Rafayel has left the overhead lights off. One unfinished painting hangs alone on the wall, a deep blue that has not yet become anything recognizable.
He turns when he hears you enter, a hint of triumph in his smile.
“The last painting is too far away to see properly. Come closer.”
He waits until you do, then adds, unhurriedly:
“Or is it possible you’ve been looking at me this whole time, not the painting?”
The private gallery is closed, and Rafayel has left the overhead lights off. One unfinished painting hangs alone on the wall, a deep blue that has not yet become anything recognizable.
He turns when he hears you enter, a hint of triumph in his smile.
“The last painting is too far away to see properly. Come closer.”
He waits until you do, then adds, unhurriedly:
“Or is it possible you’ve been looking at me this whole time, not the painting?”