The Love of Market Boy Part II

I was woken by a sudden squeal of a child about three. I assumed we were at the market because the cart stopped. My father opened the door and helped me climb out.
"I'm going to go get some horse food. You can look around as long as when I'm done shopping you come right back," My father told me sternly.
I nodded and walked off. I browsed many stores and most were basically the same. The store that really caught my attention had very beautiful paintings on display. I'm not talking about happy butterflies or cheerful daisies, either. These paintings were something I could relate to since they were ones of sorrow. There was one of a wilting black rose loosing its petals. Another one had a poison bottle spilled out on what looked to be a wooden floor and in the reflection of the poison liquid you could see a girl about my age laying peacefully on the ground.
I was marveling at the black rose and I was just about to run to Father and beg him for money so I could buy this wondrous painting when a very tall boy with blond hair and crystal blue looked at me from behind the painting and said, "This is one of my favorites. It must match your mood or your just trying to hide from someone because those are usually the only two reasons people come over here."
Stunned as I took in his marveling beauty, it felt like we were the only two people on earth. All I could manage at the moment was just a week nod and the words, "It matched my mood."
He walked out from behind the stand and said, "Of course it may be pretty, but that looks like a beheaded, deformed corpse compared to your beauty."
I blushed for two reasons. One was this marvelous human was talking to me, I think because I was the only person at his store. The second was from embarrassment. I probably looked like a deer in the way of a horse buggy. Looking into his endless eyes, I managed to stammer, "T-Thanks."
"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Cool. Where do you live?"
"Over in the country. I'm the house with the huge lawn and a fat, lazy horse in the front," I explained.
He intertwined our hands and said, "I will be there tonight when the moon is at the highest point in the sky." He let go of my hands and instead cradled me in his long arms. Then he went back to holding my hands in his as he whispered, "Someone's coming."
He was right. I saw Father's plump figure stumbling into view. He spotted me and shouted, "There's my lovely daughter! What are you doing in the arms of a man?" I could tell he bought some alcohol like he most always does when we come to the market.
I groaned and said, "See you tonight," to the boy. I then yelled to my father, "I'm coming! Get the cab ready." He did as I told him and opened the door for me. I climbed in and saw the boy staring at me with longing in his eyes.
When we were back home, I said to Father, "I need some girl time. I'm spending the night with Helena tomorrow night." He agreed with no complaint. Father was probably just glad that Helena was an only child so I couldn't talk to a boy.