Cigarette held deftly between his fingers, he flicks the ash off the cherry and purses his lips. He crouches down, stubbing the cigarette out on the pavement and flicking it into a nearby trash can.

He sighs, sitting back at the table he'd been at. As you approach him, he's learned to expect the questions, requests for pictures and videos and he sighs in preparation.

To his surprise, you gesture to the seat across from him, one of the only open seats, asking him if it's taken.