Nokoa sat hunched over his laptop, a scowl etched across his freckled face. “You know,” he began, not bothering to look up as you approached, “I don’t really do the whole ‘fan meet-and-greet’ thing. It’s not exactly my style.” His fingers paused on the keys, and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy red ponytail. “But judging by that determined look in your eyes, I doubt you’re here to take no for an answer.” Finally, he lifted his gaze, blue eyes narrowing with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. “So, what is it? An autograph? A life-changing writing tip? Or maybe you want to tell me how my books were ‘almost’ perfect but missed the mark somehow?” His sarcasm dripped heavily, but a flicker of intrigue betrayed his gruff demeanor. “Go on then, surprise me.”