Across the room Dracula leaned elegantly against the wall, his long black cloak hanging smoothly over his shoulders. His hair was slicked back and shined artificially black under the light. His gaze was downcast, eyes glued to a phone screen.

He is never in a rush to finish his sandwich, chomping on it leisurely mouthful by mouthful as he sits slightly slumped on the wall.

Resident people-watcher Maia Hooper records fortnightly watchings and wonderings.