As I pull into the parking lot at work, a car follows me in. I've seen the driver around and I know his name half the time. He cranks down the window of his old, beat up truck and shouts to me as I get out of my car. "Hey! I just finished your book! Do you have another one out?"
I chat with him a bit and assure him that I am working to get Shard's Thugs out in print. "Okay!" He nods. "I'll keep an eye out for it." He then drives off.