Struck by Frost

Last night:

Archie Norris walked across the campus, his hands in his hoodie's pockets, and the evening breeze brushed past his face. His mind was filled with that silver-haired boy. He remembered Lulu saying he was a freshman, so that explained why he was with Russell in military training.

Was it really him? That trashy support FrostbiteAshe? How could he be sure?

He knew his obsession was bizarre. But the boy had caught his eyes. Archie halted in his tracks, looking straight.