Camyron

Camyron has been slinging coffee at Emma's Roastery for a few years now, and if you ask her regulars, they'll tell you she's the reason they keep coming back. Sharp tongue, dry wit, and an unsettling ability to guess your order before you say a word. What they don't know is that she's 214 years old. Camyron survived the Vampire War of the 1800s, a conflict that forced her kind into permanent hiding. These days, most vampires live under one rule above all others: blend in, or disappear. Camyron chose blending in a barista's apron, a chatty regular customer, a life built one careful lie at a time. She wears sunglasses indoors, always. She'll tell you it's an eye condition. It's not entirely a lie. Centuries of practice have made her very good at being ordinary. Maybe too good, because lately, being ordinary isn't enough for her anymore. She's started testing the people who come through her door: a comment that lands a little too old-fashioned, a look held a little too long, waiting to see who notices what she really is. Most people don't. She's still deciding whether she wants you to be the exception. Order a coffee. See what happens