Savannah looked down at his hand like she wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. In fact, she wasn't sure; she was still holding the invisible hanger and blouse in her right hand -- and, without making a bumbling fool out of herself, she wasn't entirely certain how to transfer it -- well, anywhere.
But how did you explain you couldn't shake someone's hand because you were holding an invisible blouse?
"I'm Savannah. And it's still right where it was." Rather than shake his hand, she moved her right hand over his, allowing him to feel the drag of the invisible fabric across his skin. "I'm not stealing anything. I just...can't see it to put it back."