His brows rose, a little put off by Vanessa's description. Despite growing up in a funeral home, Julian had never been familiar with anything akin to a morbid curiosity, and such violence, while it didn't quite nauseate him, certainly was more than disgusting.
"That sounds terrible," he responded, his reply a true attempt at being comforting. Once they'd reached the outside of the small coffee shop, Julian moved to open the door for his lady companion - unfortunately, the place was rather plain when compared to Vanessa's mind's descriptions. Everything was in shades of brown, three tables strewn to the side with chairs while opposing was the counter where one could order. On the wall was a large chalk board written with the daily specials, and two tablets that proffered the regular drink menu. Two girls were lingering behind the counter, helping customers.
"But you're awake now, and you know it was only a dream. It can't hurt you any further."
Julian moved into the coffee shop like he owned the place - or rather, was simply a regular. Smiling, he greeted a slim female with close-cropped dyed-black hair, going by the name of Dora, though no name tag was printed on her shirt; she owned this little coffee shop. He ordered his usual, a plain black-as-midnight cup of joe. He then glanced to Vanessa to see what she wanted.
Another girl with a brown choppy bob was working the register, and had a less than pleasant expression on her face. By all accounts she seemed to be somewhat rude with those paying for the caffeine service, but Dora made no move to put her in check.