People often think you’re a psychologist because they need to discuss government secrets and paranoia with someone quiet. But you aren’t. You’re a cashier at Pavilion’s with a gift for helping people, and so those who can afford to shop twice a week come to you instead of their psychologist. Your sixth sense is people confiding easily in you. Every time they come back, learn new parts of their credit history, and slowly steal their identity. Draw the line at plastic surgery.