Roger's eyes locked on to the picture for a moment.
Who was that? Some celebrity, but Roger never really kept up with that stuff. What was her name? Kim? Lindsay... no. Paris! Of course, one of those dumb girls who was famous for being famous. Still, he felt drawn to the image for a moment. But the moment passed and he shook his head, crumpling the note and the picture.
He went to the bathroom to grab a tissue, and stopped to throw the crumpled papers in the trash. He paused for a moment, and unfolded the picture, looking at it again. His eyes caught the necklace she was wearing.
"Hmm, that's hot," he said to himself before he crumpled the papers again and stuffed them in the trash.
