"You wanted to sleep in a haunted hotel?" Daisy was incredulous but she gave Cole an admiring smile before dropping her gaze bashfully. The elevator lifted with a jolt, making her titter nervously.
"Well, when I'm trying to show off to the women at work, I usually say I prefer Voltaire or something like that, and they always agree that they adore Voltaire--" She adopted an exaggerated accent, mockingly posh. "--it's been years since they've read him but isn't he divine?!" Daisy straightened and shrugged, grinning shyly.
"I'm sure they'd crack up laughing if they knew I really loved Shirley Jackson. Her books are like Hitchcock movies: so perfectly '50s but dead creepy!"