Thorek glanced around at the huge event. It was certainly going to be a huge party, judging on the groom. He enjoyed bigger parties and events, especially when there was alcohol. Too many were focused on getting drunk and the party to really nibble on much of the food. All leftover food was free for the caters to take home. Mmm, the food was always so nice, so yummy, so bloody expensive but it always made him thankful for his job.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when his boss shoved a drink and snacks on a tray, pointing towards the dressing room where the bride was staying until the wedding ceremony later that evening. His boss told him to bring her the lunch she ordered in rushed Swedish, and Thorek nodded.
He strolled towards the door, giving a light nod.
“Jag tog med din mat, fröken,” Thorek told the door in an overcheerful tune. He remembered his co-workers mentioning that the bride did not know the Swedish language very well. The boy thought for a moment before calling out in English with some difficulty, “I have food.”