Savannah was horrified enough that the impossible had happened in front of her. She might have been able to convince herself the clothing had just slipped off the hanger somehow, maybe fallen beneath the rest of the clothing on the rack (not that she was about to look and possibly spoil her hasty explanation.)
Unfortunately, this time, she wasn't so lucky.
The look Jimmy received was one of horror and rising panic -- accompanied by a scarlet blush that bloomed across her cheeks. She looked down at the hanger in her hand, then back to the young man who had arrived at precisely what was fast becoming the worst moment in Savannah's life.
"Can I help you?" Savannah was no great actress; the words came out forced, the last syllable increasing into a bit of a squeak when the hanger likewise vanished from her hand.