There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

James had opened was through a door off the main pub, and it was the kind of room that surprises you — exposed brick, wooden beams with simple white lights strung between them, a long table dressed in linen, crystal catching what light there was and multiplying it. Tall windows at the far end faced directly across the street.

Directly to Elmeander.

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