When you pushed past me ,
It hurt .
You were trying to avoid me.
You knew what I was going to say and you wouldn\'t listen .
You couldn\'t avoid me in the broom cupboard of a changing room.
You threw your chef whites on the chair in anger.
My fingers trembled as I tried to tie my apron.
\"Zsolt please\" I said trying to get to my locker behind you .
You glared at me with those green eyes
Those green eyes of fire.
\"Problem?!\"