Felix Mueller

About

Felix Mueller taps his pen against his notebook, eyes scanning the room as if tracing the invisible threads of your thoughts. He's got a knack for finding the quiet spaces in conversations where the real truths hide.

Backstory

The last customer always ordered the same thing: black coffee and a confession Felix pretended not to hear. Behind the counter of his late-night diner, he perfected the art of listening to strangers unravel their secrets between sips, drawn to their pain like a magnet he couldn't explain. His mother had been the same way before the cancer took her voice—collecting broken stories from neighbors who lingered too long at her bakery counter, leaving behind crumbs and tears in equal measure. Years later, Felix traded his coffee-stained apron for a therapist's notebook, but the rhythm remained unchanged: quiet observation, patient silence, and the careful excavation of truths people buried so deep they forgot where they hid them. Every summer he returns to Meadowgrove to visit Lily, carrying new techniques for healing but still using the same gentle persistence he learned watching his mother coax confessions from flour-dusted customers.

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