The first paragraph from a story I'm writing.

“Well sir it's uhh... like this you see...” Oliver stared at the man across the desk fumbling about with his glasses and the paper he seemed to be attempting to read to him. The man was a sweaty balding man in an ill-fitting black suit and tie with amazingly thick glasses. He took another sip of his coffee, trying desperately not to spill it with his already shaking hands, and finally licked his lips to give another shot at giving Oliver the news. “Your parents are both, well, dead.” This news really bothered Oliver. He didn't burst into tears or grit his teeth though. What he did was snap his fingers and say: “Dang! Mother was going to make my favorite casserole tonight.”