The Story of Fidel and Cheyenne

By Tyrone Vincent Banks

Two loners pre-destined for each other meet and cultivate a relationship in spite of their obvious differences. Along the way they discover that the events that have shaped their very different lives have prepared them for a blessing that neither of them could ever comprehend or imagine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Jan 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9783739690056

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Tyrone Vincent Banks

The Story of Fidel and Cheyenne

Dedicated to all of my brothers and sisters in Christ.

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

81371 Munich

The Big day!

The Story of Fidel and Cheyenne © 2006 Tyrone V. Banks

She doesn’t know it yet but today will be the day!

Fidel gave himself his daily pep talk in front of his bathroom mirror.

Hello, my name is Fidel Montesino, but you can call me Del!

Fidel stood back, admired his shaved head and applied after-shave lotion to his head and face. Today was the day! For almost six months he would see her every morning and each day he had a goal of getting at least 1 inch closer to her until they would accidentally meet. It was always the same scenario, he’d walk in and she’d be sitting at a table by herself drinking a cup of tea. He’d order his coffee, rush over to the sugar and cream to add a little flavor and then take a seat in a close proximity to her table. He’d do everything to get her to notice him. Whistle, hum, snap his fingers, sing, etc…he reasoned that she probably thought that he had turret’s or something and could not control himself. He’d finally psych himself up and walk towards her table and she would be getting up and ready to leave.

He didn’t know her name. All that he knew was that she was an attractive African American female in her late twenties, her nails were always manicured and her shampoo or hairspray smelled like fresh green apples. She had such a smooth light brown complexion and her hair was dark brown with light brown highlights. She wore cinnamon colored lip stick; she was about 5’6" and drove a 2005 silver Toyota Highlander.

Fidel was an average looking 28 year old guy with smooth Latin features. He preferred to shave his head and face daily, although shaving his head became more of a necessity versus a preference after his hair stopped growing back. He was proud of his Cuban heritage but he wished that his parents left his first name; Fidel back in Cienfuegos Cuba when they left there over 25 years ago. He wasn’t much of a dresser but he was told that he dressed like a cop even when he was off duty. The fact that he drove a late model Ford Crown Victoria while off duty didn’t help much either to diffuse the cop look.

He put on his State Trooper’s uniform and ran into the living room to grab his large duffle bag. He looked at his watch and picked up the pace. He knew that he had a small window of opportunity between 6:00 and 6:30 in the morning to see her before he had to report for roll call. He started up his car and screeched out of the driveway. He rushed to the coffee shop and screeched to a halt in the parking lot. He rushed out of his car as she drove away in her car. He entertained the thought of pulling her DMV records to find out all about her, but, that was against the rules. He was even tempted to chase after her in his cruiser, but, that was also against the rules and would probably generate a lot of paperwork and freak her out. He settled for getting up earlier the next morning and trying again but that was not an option today, it was Friday. He walked inside and ordered his usual; a large coffee. It wasn’t the same without her sitting nearby. He stirred the cream into his coffee and stood there totally lost in his thoughts about her. He could still smell her hair and he wanted to see her. He felt someone next to him and he turned.

Honey?

She was back and standing right next to him. This was going to be the day, he just knew it!

She called me honey! My dream girl came back and called me honey!