She whispered a short, sharp remark about the way he was holding his napkin.

Brandon tapped his foot steadily against the wooden chair leg.

He kept his eyes fixed on the last piece of toast on his small side plate.

Samantha sat up straight and smoothed the front of her blue silk blouse.

She reached over to the empty chair beside her and picked up a heavy printed folder.

The cover bore the embossed logo of a downtown estate planning firm.

Samantha placed the folder right on top of my cloth napkin.