BotchelorS2 · Night 9
Mirei Sekiguchi × Laurent Ashcombe
“Chilly Waves And Bitter Broth”
A cold beach at night with one shared blanket and a thermos of something terrible.
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What they want

Mirei Sekiguchi wants someone who treats her like a normal person and will run off with her.

Laurent Ashcombe wants someone who would rather have a quiet night outdoors than a loud one, and who means what she says.
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First impressions
Hi! Sorry, the sunglasses are a habit, it's dark, I know. So, one blanket and a thermos that smells like a boiled sock. Do you actually want to be on a freezing beach, or did somebody talk you into it?
Nobody talked me into it, I like the cold. Stars are better when it hurts a little. The thermos is a crime, though. I'd offer you my coat, but there's soil on it. Do you always wear sunglasses at night?
Only when I'm trying to pass for normal. [takes them off, looks at the water] Ugh, that was a bad joke, I do a lot of those. So what's the soil from? I'm Mirei, by the way. Is that enough name?
It's plenty. Laurent. The soil's from roses, I look after a glasshouse of them. I've been getting up at five all week to check one that's refusing to bloom. Do you sleep much, or is that a silly thing to ask?
The challenge
Sleep? I sleep like a sea cucumber, which is to say, badly and with a lot of drama. Hey, the tide came in over the blanket, and the thermos is floating. There's a ramen place down the road. We run for it?
I'm afraid I'll pass on the ramen, with thanks. I'd rather not run through the surf in good shoes, and a loud shop at this hour isn't where I'd like to hear you. You answered a joke instead of my question. Do you actually sleep?
Wow, okay! So polite. Honestly, thank you for asking, I'm totally fine. Truly. [bright smile] We can stand here and be dry and sensible. Very lovely. I'm having a wonderful time.
You don't sound like you are. I can't tell if you mean it, and I'd honestly sooner you said you were cross. I'd mind less. Shall we move the blanket up the sand at least?
The decision
Fine. I'm a bit cross. I wanted somebody to run with me and I got a gentleman with a schedule for his shoes. That's all. It isn't your fault, we just want different nights.
Thank you. That I can work with. I'd rather have the cross one than the sparkle. But you're right, I like a still night, and you wanted a loud one. Neither of us is wrong.
Yeah. Neither is wrong. I'll go find the ramen on my own and sing in the shower of a bad bowl. It was nice to be asked a real question, though. Honest. Good night, Laurent.
Good night, Mirei. Mind the tide. I hope the rose I mentioned blooms, and I hope your song is a good one.
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The date
First impressions
Sunglasses come off and names are traded over a boiled-sock thermos.
The challenge
The tide ruins the blanket, she suggests a dash for ramen, and he politely declines.
The decision
She drops the sparkle and admits she is cross, and they agree that they want different nights.
The twist
The tide, not either of them, ended the plan.
The finale
They part kindly on the damp sand, each to a different kind of night.
Ending: A disaster
Who leaves the date first? They leave together