August 9, Entry #35 of Gabriel Agreste's Secret Journal

Today, I went to the designers' offices to check how progress with the upcoming spring line was going. When I passed one of the rooms, I saw the intern pinning clothing on a mannequin. This was very unusual, as normally interns fetched coffee or did other mundane tasks. The intern was exceptional, as far as interns went, but I was still surprised the designer she was working under let her handle the construction of his designs. Then again, I did pair her with a lax designer, in the hopes he would let her actually design a bit.

Regardless, I decided to investigate.

The intern had her back to the door, but as soon as the door opened, she started talking.

"Hey, I'm so sorry about missing lunch! The designer's got me working on his piece! He actually took my advice on the dress! So that's why he let me work on it while he went out on a fabric run. It's pretty exciting, but I've been working all morning and couldn't get away for lunch. I missed you, kitty. Maybe we can get dinner? I'm sure my parents would love to have you over again, unless you wanted to go somewhere, just the two of us. Or we could invite Nino and Alya, have a double date. We haven't done that in a while, how does that sound?"

I stayed silent, as I was not expecting this, nor did I know how to respond. Perhaps if I didn't make a noise, the intern would forget I was there, and I could exit without the awkwardness of overhearing her conversation.

"Are you okay? You haven't said anything Adrie-ahhh!" Upon turning around to see me standing in the doorway, the intern jumped and dropped the piece of fabric she was holding. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "It's you! Gabriel Agreste! Not Ad-Someone else!"

"Yes, that is my name." The intern was completely red.

"H-how much of that did-did you hear?"

"All of it."

"Are you going to f-fire me?"

"Why would I fire you for mistaking me for someone else? It was my fault for not announcing my presence when I walked in the door. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Nathalie when she told me hiring a trumpeter to trumpet whenever I entered a room was a bad idea."

"But, about what you heard…"

"About your romantic interest?" I waved my hand. "I do not care about trivial teen romances. I am much more interested in what improvements you made on the dress."

The intern blinked.

Before she could respond, Adrien ran through the door, his face red and sweaty.

"Hey, Buga—ahhhhhh!" Adrien screamed when he saw me. The intern stiffened.

"Hello son," I said.

"Father! I was not expecting you here!"

"Obviously," I sniffed. The two teens just stood there staring at me, so I felt the need to continue on the conversation. "It seems as if the intern has a healthy social life, and is even dating someone."

"Father, I can explain, we—"

I cut him off, not finished with my thought. "Now, I know your social skills are subpar. Perhaps you could take some tips from the intern. There is no reason for you to date right now unless you feel the inclination, but still, it would be good for you to learn normal teenaged social behaviors from her."

At this, the intern squeaked. Taking into account the last few minutes, perhaps I should reconsider thinking of her as a "Normal Teenager." Oh well. She was the closest teen I knew to it.

Adrien gulped. "Sure, Father."

The intern spoke up again, "Perhaps I could start giving him lessons now? If you would let us leave work early, Mr. Agreste, I could take Adrien out to late lunch and show him what normal teens do." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her wink at Adrien. Strange. No doubt another teenaged custom. Perhaps I should start winking at Nathalie, see if she thinks it's normal and cool. Maybe then she would let me hire a trumpeter.

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," I said. "Thank you, and enjoy your meal. Adrien, charge it to Agreste Fashions."

"Of course, thank you Father," Adrien replied, blushing.

When the two came back, they both seemed to have enjoyed their time together. Adrien seemed much more versed in teenaged behaviors. I should have them spend more time together. I'll have to consult Nathalie and see what she thinks.

I'll do that right after I google "What it means when two teens wink at each other" and "Closest trumpeter to me that I can hire to make my entrances into rooms more grand."