On a cliff and he moves

the freewheeling writer with the cool scarf and always with a quick response moves to the second most expensive city in the world because thats what people do these days, that other city is so incredibly done now the way London was in the 80s or was it the 90s anyway who cares, not him, not me I wasn't there, I wasn't anywhere, my late nights were first the internet and then with Camus as I found out 3 years later, and the other frenchies, who knew i really did have a thing for older men after all, no not like that, but so yes it helps to have the official career to fall back on, people love that, the old Janus thing, wow so you're really a X? well no not really it's been ages but the money's good and what with the new missus and all soon there will be children and you know how it is with children, all the toys and eating and the understanding looks from other harried parents, it's been so long she said, jiggling Junior on her knee, how have you been? to hell and back, but i got a map this time, i said, reaching for my bag to show her, oh sorry no i said how, not where, she cooed apologetically, oh, i said, yes sure i'm fine, thanks for asking, she's a busy mother of two, other concerns, you know, oh great so you're feeling better now? she said as she adjusted Junior's collar and wiped some drool off his fleshy, latex-like chin, the slightest pause, sure, yes, much, another coffee then for you?