Feast your eyes on that. I sure did.
While shopping near Spitalfield market, London's garish shopping one-stop for the young and trendy, my sister spied lovely Kiera Knightley. She was strung closely to her boyfriend and walking down the aisle towards us and eventually pass. Karen's eyes opened wide and she turned to Tommy; Tommy turned to Karen with his version of wide-eyes too. They both then turned to me (I hadn't seen anything at all).
"That was Kiera, Joe."
Karen passed me her camera.
"Go get her Joe."
Yah, as if it was easy for my legs to follow orders anylonger. I ineptly stalked the lovely lady through several booths and I envisioned paparazzi all over the world groaning at my bumbling. I eventually went back to Karen.
"I can't do it man."
My hands were trembling as though I needed to eat some food.
"It's over."
"Well, if we see her again, I'll ask her," said Karen.
Ten minutes of shopping passed when I caught sight of Kiera again. She was beside her boyfriend, looking left and right casually at the vendors and shops and getting closer and closer to us with every step. I informed Karen, who didn't see and who hadn't thought of Kiera again after clothes, purses and shoes entered her vision.
"Ummm Karen, here she comes again."
"Do you want me to ask?"
"Yes."
Pause. Panic. Fear."No."
Excitement. Adrenaline. "Yes."
Worry. Self-Consciousness."No."
Karen was already off, while a few other emotions were bouncing around inside me. Five meters away I was suddenly aware of the pimples on my face and the style of my hair. Then, I just cowered along a stall and watched and listened. Karen walked straight up to Kiera and stopped abruptly a few feet in front of her.
"My brother is a fan of yours and would not believe me that I saw you. Could I take your picture?"
"Ummm."
"This is a little awkward right?"
"A little --- but that's okay." There was some clumsy, unaccustomed shifting as Karen and Kiera tried to get around each other and into unknown positions. Neither knew how or where this picture taking was going to take place.
"Would you like to be in the picture too?" asked her boyfriend (a model and good looking too).
"Yah!"
So
snap and the picture as well as one of the highlights of my trip to London had transpired. Kiera was a great sport. She could have said her agent wouldn't allow it, or she wasn't feeling well, or well any excuse really, but she didn't.
Later on, with much time passed and distanced walked, I suddenly spoke very bravely about Kiera and the whole situation.
"Man. Ha ha. Karen you should have said something after like 'Want to be friends?" ha ha that would have been funny."
Tommy elbowed me.
"Kiera's like right beside us again."
I looked around; he wasn't joking.
