It's probably super skeevy when a random rich lady you met while waiting tables over the summer offers you a flight to the alps, even if it's just for getting the heating going in her fancy little cabin thing before she goes there for the holidays. Like, that's not something people just do, even rich people who are as a breed weird and by definition aren't even inconvenienced by the cost of a plane ticket.
Ariel wishes he'd thought of that before accepting.
Still, he made it there all right, and there was, as described, no one there. A brief stop the first day to turn up the heat, a few nights in a hotel with occasional trips back to get the water going and take care of other miscellaneous tasks, and then a week to himself in a little mountainside ditty.
- If it's going to be that long, then maybe it can be a week to herself. Well, no, not a full week, but at least this evening and maybe a few days after. Best to leave plenty of gap room just in case anyone shows up early. She goes into town and finds a store and - buys something cheap and leaves and goes to the next town over and gets herself a skirt and a sweater and a barrette. Objectively this was a terrible decision even though she's getting more money here than recently and it might lead to a bigger job in the future, but she can't quite bring herself to feel bad about it.
She should definitely aim for that job, though, so even though there's long enough before anyone else is coming that she'll have to do it again later, she puts on her new clothes and blasts pop in a way she doesn't when she has neighbors to worry about, sings along, and starts vaccuming.