“Hold on, hold on. One at a time. Vic, can you write down what they need?” He nodded and grabbed a notepad and pen. “If you want something, tell Vic. We’ll try to get everything done as fast as we can. Be sure to give him your name, room number, and your cell number if you want something picked up and delivered.”
The hoard shifted, lining up to talk to Vic. Now I only had a couple of people in front of me.
As Vic took down the requests and contact information, I cleared up the questions of the few people left over—mostly having to do with where boutonnieres were being kept—and when those guys were gone, I stepped into the breakfast room.