At the botanical gardens.

...beds of flowers, trees and plants that made up the horticultural collection of the Royal Botanic Gardens. Technically he should have been wearing the standard issue green cap of the gardeners, but he preferred his 'lucky hat' as he called it, and his supervisor didn't mind as long as the work got done and no-one complained. And generally speaking, no-one did. The gardeners were...part of the background of the gardens. They existed, and they did their jobs, but they weren't what people came to see. They came to see to plants, or the landscape, or sometimes for the moonlight cinema.

Still, Jason couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched...scrutinised even. He was working around the lakes today, weeding, pruning and planting as usual, and once again he felt it... a stare boring into the back of his neck. Turning around casually he tried to find the person who was finding him so intriguing.