She folded her napkin as she had seen other diners do, reached out to take their hands, one on each side.

She folded her napkin and rolled it into its silver ring.

He folded his napkin and put it on the table.

He deliberately swallowed the bite, folded his napkin, and rose.

Then she folded her napkin and gazed across the table at him.

Dax folded her napkin and set it on the table.

Breakfast at last finished, it took another hour to get her to fold her napkin.

Finally, as she folded her napkin, she asked, "How old are you?"

He folded his napkin neatly on the table, caught my eyes, and held them.

He very carefully folded his napkin and placed it next to his plate, then rose.