"I don't know. I mean, he's brought an apron along. I don't know if a trap would have brought an apron." An apron, gloves, everything a gardener needed. He simply was not wearing it yet. Hartley decided to watch him, because why not? He watched as he set down the equipment, watched while the coach berated all the other boys and watched as the gardener started lifting his arms and stretching to reach the branches of the tree he was apparently inspecting.

Hartley didn't care about the tree, he just cared to watch him. "Hm. I'm pretty sure that's a natural redhead." Food for thought. "So. Seems as if you like bad boys. The leather-clad type. Can't blame you."