Years ago, when the Thursday morning stitching group at my needlework supplies shop consisted of me and one customer, we had our lunch ritual. We ordered the same thing (the same item with minor differences for each of us) from the same sub shop across the street at about the same time each week. We took turns each week, one calling it in and the other going to get it. We swore the woman who answered the phone recognized our voices after weeks of this and knew our order; because every once in a great while, we’d make one small change. We could sense the hesitation on the other end. It was a good thing. This went on for at least a year, maybe longer. Then other people started arriving on Thursday mornings and we became a real group, not just two friends stitching together before the shop opened on Thursdays.