Contrary to popular opinion, Clair actually liked other people. Oh, he didn't like their opinions, and most other people were morons, but he liked having them around to disagree with. So when Charlotte turned up, whining about him taking her favourite spot, he was happy to see her.
He took a swig from his flask and shrugged. How was he supposed to know some rando log in the forest was reserved seating?
"I didn't see your name on it," he said.
Now that he had a moment to look, or a moment to take notice, rather, Clair decided that Waldorf had a pleasing face. Or could have one, if she wasn't pursing her lips like she'd been sucking on lemons. It was an expression she often wore, like everything she saw disgusted her.
Lots of things Clair saw disgusted him, but he made it a rule to laugh at those things because frankly, if you were going to make people angry, you kind of needed to be beautiful.
"What's with the book?" he asked.