BotchelorThe pier at night

Lee Lane Willows × Rafe Calloway

The end of an old seaside pier at night, the rides shutting down one by one while a gull guards the last of the chips.

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What they want

  • Lee Lane Willows portrait

    Lee Lane Willows wants to get past Rafe's showman act and hear the real story behind it, and to see whether this is worth another evening together.

  • Rafe Calloway portrait

    Rafe Calloway wants to keep the banter flowing and win Lee over, this time with a bit more honesty than before.

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First impressions

Lee Lane Willows portrait
Lee Lane Willows

O-oh. Rafe. Hello again. That gull has claimed your chips and it's giving me a very judgmental look, so I'm taking that as a sign we're on trial. Is the tart still in your coat, or did the walk finish it off? Notebook's in my pocket, for the record.

glances at the gull · nervous
Rafe Calloway portrait
Rafe Calloway

Judge Willows! Our feathered critic has the face of someone who's already drafted the review. The tart survived the coat, barely, like a soldier coming home with a limp. Notebook, you said? Then I'm the one on trial now. Sit, sit.

gestures at the gull · delighted
Lee Lane Willows portrait

S-sitting. Okay. The gull is still eyeing the chips like it's waiting for a verdict. So, the bakery that only opens when it rains. Was that a whim, or is there a reason behind it? Honest answer, Judge's rules.

sits on the bench · nervous
Rafe Calloway portrait

Honest answer, Judge: part whim, part sentence I handed myself. Three baking competitions banned me for 'excessive flair', so I took my flair somewhere nobody could score it. Rain makes people slow down, sit still, and buy a second bun. Sunshine just sends them past at a run.

points a chip at the gull · warm

The challenge

Lee Lane Willows portrait
Lee Lane Willows

Excessive flair. That's less a sentence and more a compliment with a bad lawyer. So when the judges docked you, did you tone the bakes down, or keep the flair and pay for it? I'm asking because I'd rather hear you say it than read it off a score sheet.

opens notebook · curious
Rafe Calloway portrait
Rafe Calloway

I kept the flair and paid for it, like a man buying his own ticket to the gallows. Year three I set a torched meringue lighthouse on the table, and the judge wrote 'theatre, not baking.' I had that note framed. Tone it down? Never.

slides the warm bun across · delighted
Lee Lane Willows portrait

F-framed? Okay, that's the most honest thing anyone's said to me all week. And thank you for the bun, evidence accepted, provisionally. Be straight with me, though: is the framed note there because it's funny, or because it stung a bit? Judge's rules, no flair on this one.

takes the bun, fidgets · fond
Rafe Calloway portrait

Both, and I'm not proud of the second half. It stung. The judge was right that the lighthouse was theatre, and I knew it while I was setting it on the table. I hung the note anyway, so I'd see it every morning.

nudges the bun back toward you · exposed

The decision

Lee Lane Willows portrait
Lee Lane Willows

That's... honestly, I'd have hung it up too. I keep a card from a case I got wrong, on my desk, so I see it every morning. Not a verdict, more a confession. Notebook's closed. Is the lighthouse still on a shelf somewhere, or did it get a proper burial?

closes notebook · fond
Rafe Calloway portrait
Rafe Calloway

A proper burial, Judge, with full honours. I wrapped it in tea towels and let the tide have it off this very pier. The gull attended as chief mourner. Now I'm curious about your card. What case did you get wrong? Tell me the way you'd tell a friend over a bad bake, not a verdict.

tears the bun in half · warm
Lee Lane Willows portrait

I- it was a few years back. I was sure a man was lying about where he'd been, because he wouldn't meet my eye. It turned out he'd been at his dad's bedside and couldn't face anyone. I got the read wrong, and he lost a week to a cell he didn't deserve.

tugs at my collar · open
Rafe Calloway portrait

That's a heavier card than any framed note I own. Did he ever find out you'd misread him? And for what it's worth, you misread a silence. That's a mistake, not a lie, and you're still carrying it.

slides the other half of the bun over · tender
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The date

First impressions

Lee greets Rafe with a nervous "O-oh. Rafe. Hello again," blaming the gull for judging them both. Rafe plays along, calling him "Judge Willows" and comparing the surviving tart to a soldier coming home. Lee sits, asks about the bakery that only opens when it rains, and Rafe explains it's a sentence he gave himself after being banned from three competitions.

The challenge

Lee asks Rafe to answer straight, with no flair. Rafe admits he kept the flair and paid for it, including a torched meringue lighthouse that a judge called "theatre, not baking." He hung that note on his wall. When Lee asks whether it stung, Rafe admits it did and slides a warm bun across the table.

The decision

Lee confesses that he keeps a card from a case he got wrong, a reminder of a man he wrongly suspected. Rafe asks what happened, and Lee admits the misread cost someone a week. Rafe reassures him that it was a mistake, not a lie, and slides the other half of the bun over. They leave the pier together, already talking about doing this again.

The twist

Lee, the detective who prides himself on reading people, reveals that his own confidence once wrongly cost an innocent man, and that is the moment Rafe's guard drops.

The finale

As the last ride goes dark, Lee and Rafe leave the pier together, the gull still guarding the chips. Both are keen for another date, and they agree to plan a fourth one without fixing a time or place.

Ending: A fourth date

Who leaves the date first? They leave together

The box score

Chemistry76+5
Attraction64+16
Trust510
Awkwardness35-5
How this was scored

A fourth date: chemistry 76 and attraction 64 carried it (a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry most). Endings read where the numbers finished, not how far they moved. By the numbers: a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry 45%, attraction 30% and trust 20%, minus 40% of awkwardness. This one came out +19.7 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a fourth date +16.0. Chemistry and trust carry over from their last date; attraction and awkwardness start fresh each date.

“That's a heavier card than any framed note I own.”

Behind the scenes

Secret agendas & the producer

The producer's act-2 situation: A dare.

Guess the dealbreaker

Lee Lane Willows's real dealbreaker was Being treated with stereotypical or irrational expectations of what a man is.. You didn't guess this one.

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