Steamers and kelp (pt. 4)

They walked out of the store and into the humidity. Pete's ginger ale already had beads of condensation running down the sides - he cracked it and unlocked the car. Bill had a cigarette lit before he got in and he offered Pete the open pack. Pete drew one out and lit it with the stainless windproof  given to him by a Korean exchange student. They pulled out of the lot and on to main street behind a rusted F-350 Dump. Pete smelled the diesel from the exhaust and remembered Bermuda. He thought of Elsa and the yellow Peugeot and the big busses that would pollute the tight coral-walled alleyways with their black fumes. He remembered how she felt pressed up against his back on the bike and how the white painted walls were stained black from the busses. 

Pete blew smoke out his nose and looked around the old New England town. He was glad to be here now with an old friend, going fishing again.