James And White

I ventured from the hotel in Christchurch, Dorset in the evening, following a sales meting in the afternoon at the office. The destination was James and White, a short walk from the hotel. On arrival at the restaurant, I caught sight of one of my colleagues enjoying a glass of wine. 
‘Are you having a quiet meal for one?’ I enquired. He was half way through his response, when he realised that I was far from alone, and the long table adjacent to his was laid for our Christmas party. That was the end of any chance of his quiet meal, but he was in good spirits about it, nonetheless.