Ocean went to the company looking for Moon and found out she had left already. From afar, Ocean watched the familiar houses with a frown as his eyes were trained on a particular structure which belonged to a twenty-something-year-old girl who had him wrapped around her finger.
The more steps he took, the more anxious he became for what was to come. He knew fully well that it could either go the right way or the wrong way. One must go. he wasn't in support of the latter. He just wished that they would have a proper discussion like the adults they were and then end it with a heartfelt, passionate kiss.
Ocean's extraordinary ears picked up the yelling and crashing sounds coming from a particular apartment, and he quickly brushed it off, but not until the voices became clear.
His anxiousness immediately turned to anger, causing him to triple his pace. The thought of someone hurting her was enough to set him off.