Especially not in slow motion or with an extreme close-up
Do you ever picture Keira bending over to one side to throw a perfect flick? Or laying out to make a sweet grab? Do you ever picture her running through the streets, the pinks and greys of the morning sky painted above her bouncing hair? Do you ever picture her curled up in an Ikea chair, her legs hidden beneath an afghan while she quietly reads and sips her tea? No? No. Me either.