Mr.Beekman (that was his nickname for him) excused Charlie with a scowl and a raised eyebrow, nevertheless, Charlie seemed satisfied with his response, and left the room without another peep.
As he made his way outside, he noticed the new flyers posted on the surrounding walls as he walked down the hall, they all mentioned the 'Footloose' dance coming up, he smiled softly, he knew he had no chance in going,it wasn't because he couldn't flirt his way with an attractive lady, it was just he hadn't seen anyone who he really..connected with.
"Okay Snowball, here you go.." he smiled at his shining white steed, who grunted and kicked his hooves in response, impatiently waiting for the sugar cube as Charlie fed them to him by the mouthful, then started brushing his mane, till it glistened like silk,he patted her head,"Good girl.."