El amanecer de un hola

Previously

…Arthur Penhaligon, the perpetually awkward, the king of minor mishaps, had written his essay. And as he closed his laptop, he felt a surprising sense of peace. He had faced his inner demons, embraced his inner klutz, and, for the first time, he felt genuinely good enough. The future, much like his attempts at pottery, was still uncertain, but for now, the dawn of a new, slightly less clumsy, hello felt within reach.