71 Chef Dino Bastianich

"Papa," stated the boy disrupting the heavy atmosphere. The boy ran toward his father and hugged his father's leg.

"Giorgio, you could have fallen. Why did you climb the tree? Thanks to this young lady that she was right here to help you in time before I came." The father patted the boy's head. "Thank the pretty lady."

The man they met was genteel and very subtle with a clean-shaven face. He had light skin, jet black hair, and sunken eyes. His dimples had been deep as he smiled and would make the observers get attracted to it. He wore a simple off-white shirt and blue jeans, and a pair of sandals. The boy got his dimples from his father, but her eyes had been cocoa brown and he had light brown skin.

The boy partly looked up at Beauty, "thank you, Miss pretty lady for saving me." The boy was so polite as he smiled at her shyly. Their way of talking informed the rest that they could be Italian or Spanish.

"Thank you, Miss. I'm Dino Bastianich and this is my son, Giorgio."