Teehee, where's Hannelore! She's the best.
"Thank goodness, yes." Vanessa looked over the menu, but just ordered a regular cup of coffee, light and sweet. "I suppose it is a little early to be sharing gruesome details like that, I'm sorry." Vanessa was never very good at censoring herself, and here she was, having only talked to Julian once before this and she was telling him every detail of her horrific dream. When would she learn not to share? It had gotten her into trouble in the past, and it was bound to eventually get her into more trouble. "It's so ridiculous to be so scared of something that isn't real, I know that logically, yet I'm like a child afraid to crawl back into my bed, as if something is going to hurt me there. It's very foolish, I know."
Once the coffee was paid for, Vanessa sat at a nearby table, crossing her legs and leaning back comfortably. "Anyway, enough about me, how have you been?"