Dear Diary, 

I have become the victim of a snowball effect. It started small as it always does. In this case it started with a cake recipe. I am a rational being, as rational as human beings get, there is but one thing that hits me at a deeply emotional level without my mind dissecting it into patterns and shapes. This magical thing is baked goods. Whether it be cakes or cookies, pies or sausage rolls I love them all. I love that the most grand of them do take precision and science not unlike my own tendencies. Yet once they are all put together the only thing that breaks them down is my stomach. 

I love to browse my way through cookery books as a way to calm down. Sometimes I attempt them and then remember I am not a very successful baker in any shape or form. I was sitting there in Freya’s kitchen at four in the morning. Though I am not an early riser, I had also not been sleeping well. When I am working a case, I tend to get so caught up in the details that they follow me into my dreams. That is not always the pleasantest thing especially when you are following drug smugglers or kidnappers. Turns out Blue is an extremely early riser.  

“Oh that’s a good recipe for pancakes though I have to say the quantities are a bit off as they’ll make the batter come out stodgy.” Blue spoke reading the recipe I had been browsing at the kitchen counter 

I feel I came across a bit stupid with my reply. 

“That is interesting to know.” I paused. “Do you bake then?” 

They gave this cute grin then “A little. Well a lot I'm taking a break from Patisserie training right now.” Blue glanced at the recipe again and started drawing out ingredients to make pancakes. “I want to open a little café someday.” 

“Oh well I would love to be your first customer!” 

There was that grin again. And somehow I can see that every grin Blue makes is going to gently build my emotions to somewhere I have not been before. 

 It was strange. Not just the weirdness of being around someone I did not know at such a personal hour. No it was the way they held themselves that was different. Blue in the day time is like a raging bull, a lot of noise, a lot of presence and a lot of reasons you want to keep out of their way. At this moment they reminded me more of a professional gymnast. There was still that level of presence, still a person who was physically strong and with a purpose. But it was a focused purpose not an anger driven mess. There was also a quietness. Still intimidating yet drawing me in. It changed how I saw them. 

I will write again to see if my prediction is correct. 

Yours Faithfully, 

Rei Farrell 

p.s The pancakes that Blue made were delicious.