Reggie: Hiya Rob, how's it hanging?
Rob: Can't complain, mate. How you doing in London?
Reggie: Getting by, man.
Rob: Any girls on the scene, Casanova?
Reggie: One or two tasty women around, playing the field, bro! Cherie OK?
Rob: Yep, we're getting on well so far, she's still here anyway! Lots to do in the house, bit full on.
Reggie: Ah well, you would turn your back on the single life, wouldn't you! Getting much footie in?
Rob: Nah, mate. On weekends we're trekking round Ikea and stuff. Happy days! Still get out running after work though, bods still in ok nick!
Reggie: Should see my killer abs, man, talk about ripped! But of a gym freak at the mo. Love it, though. Lets off steam after the office.
Rob: I bet! Good job you got a decent flat, London's murder for housing.
Reggie: Well yeah, they sorted me out well. I may be a boring old accountant, but the money is not too shabby!
Rob: Glad it's all going well, buddy. You coming back to visit your folks at all, we could meet up, have a few beers.
Reggie: Hope to next month. Work may have calmed down a bit by then. Nice to see the old place again!
Rob: Nice to see you haven't forgotten us with your big city ways. Bet you paint the town red most nights!
Reggie: Quite the opposite, actually! 
Rob: I bet! Anyway, see you soon for a catch up.
Reggie: Hope so, bye Rob.
Reggie has moved to London and is settling in well. Rob suggests a meet up when Reggie is back in town. 