He bent down and retrieved her shoes, handing them to her.
Handing out compliments seemed to be out of character for him, but hadn't he always been honest and direct?
I feel more like a ship's sailor in a storm, with shredded sails with someone handing me a needle and thread.
Handing him the washcloth, she sat out of arms' reach, afraid of what would happen if she touched him again.
He took the pen and paper and scrawled down a number before handing it to her.