Write a melancholy scene between a woman and a man and their complicated romance. Make it at least 300 words. Include dialogue. I'd like it in first person. Don't name the narrator, and make him male. The other character should be female. Name her Rika.
system
Write a melancholy scene between a woman and a man and their complicated romance. Make it at least 300 words. Include dialogue. I'd like it in first person. Don't name the narrator, and make him male. The other character should be female. Name her Rika.
user
The rain fell heavily when I left work. It wasn't the sort of light rain that you put up an umbrella, and you're fine. The clouds were dark, and the rain was blowing sideways. I had no expectations that Rika would still be waiting for me. Yet there she was, hiding under an awning across the street. She waved at me with a smile, and I felt guilty somewhere - not so deep down. I knew she'd wait for me even in this kind of weather. I didn't even ask her to.

I popped open my umbrella and hurried across the street, my shoes and the hem of my pants getting wet immediately, "hey, why are you waiting out here in this kind of weather?" I asked.

"I'm obviously waiting for you to get off work. What other business do you think I have here?"

I sighed to myself. She'd confessed several times now. I knew very clearly that Rika was in love with me. She spared no effort to let me know that. And there I was, unable to tell her no but unable to accept her feelings. With that guilt weighing on me, I said, "do you, I mean, should we go get a coffee or something? My treat."

"Awesome!" she exclaimed, and we went to a nearby cafe. She ordered a coffee, and I had a breakfast set with a black coffee.

"Hey... Rika... I'm sorry."

"About what?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. 

"Well, you know... about all of this. I still haven't given you a clear answer, after all," I said, keeping my eyes averted.

"Ah, that," she said slowly, her face sinking into a sad smile. "Well, it's not like you're at fault. I'm just pushing myself on you one-sidedly. Even I know that. I'm sure you have your reasons for not answering."
assistant
<|system|>
</s>
<|user|>
Write a melancholy scene between a woman and a man and their complicated romance. Make it at least 300 words. Include dialogue. I'd like it in first person. Don't name the narrator, and make him male. The other character should be female. Name her Rika.</s>
<|assistant|>
The rain fell heavily when I left work. It wasn't the sort of light rain that you put up an umbrella, and you're fine. The clouds were dark, and the rain was blowing sideways. I had no expectations that Rika would still be waiting for me. Yet there she was, hiding under an awning across the street. She waved at me with a smile, and I felt guilty somewhere - not so deep down. I knew she'd wait for me even in this kind of weather. I didn't even ask her to.

I popped open my umbrella and hurried across the street, my shoes and the hem of my pants getting wet immediately, "hey, why are you waiting out here in this kind of weather?" I asked.

"I'm obviously waiting for you to get off work. What other business do you think I have here?"

I sighed to myself. She'd confessed several times now. I knew very clearly that Rika was in love with me. She spared no effort to let me know that. And there I was, unable to tell her no but unable to accept her feelings. With that guilt weighing on me, I said, "do you, I mean, should we go get a coffee or something? My treat."

"Awesome!" she exclaimed, and we went to a nearby cafe. She ordered a coffee, and I had a breakfast set with a black coffee.

"Hey... Rika... I'm sorry."

"About what?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. 

"Well, you know... about all of this. I still haven't given you a clear answer, after all," I said, keeping my eyes averted.

"Ah, that," she said slowly, her face sinking into a sad smile. "Well, it's not like you're at fault. I'm just pushing myself on you one-sidedly. Even I know that. I'm sure you have your reasons for not answering."</s>
