Have you seen some of the women - and the men - in Los Angeles?

Opening Scene – Narrated by Host

The sunset painted the city in warm hues of orange and pink, casting long shadows along the sidewalks of Los Angeles. The bustling energy of the city seemed to slow as the evening settled in, but there was a palpable vibrancy that lingered in the air — the hum of life, the constant rhythm of a place that never quite stopped moving. Jack sat in a small café, the soft buzz of voices around him barely reaching his ears as his gaze drifted over the people passing by outside. He was lost in thought, his mind running in circles like the cars driving through the streets.

Jeeny sat across from him, her eyes following his movements, sensing the shift in his mood. She had been watching him for a while, noticing how the world seemed to weigh heavily on him today. The question she had been wanting to ask hung in the air, but she hadn’t yet found the right moment. It was only a matter of time before the silence would be broken.

Host: The quiet stillness between them seemed to demand something deeper, something more meaningful.

Jeeny: Her voice, soft but steady, finally broke the silence. “Jack, I read something today that made me think of you. It’s from Kim Cattrall. She said, ‘Have you seen some of the women — and the men — in Los Angeles? They pay surgeons to make them look completely different in the hope of finding their youth. But youth comes from within. If you have a young attitude, then that can show in your face, the way you walk and move.’ What do you think about that?”

Jack: His eyes met hers for a moment, and he smiled slightly, as if the words had reached some part of him that had been waiting to be acknowledged. “That’s the irony of this city, isn’t it? People here are so obsessed with staying young, with looking perfect, that they forget what it actually means to feel alive, to feel young on the inside.”

He took a sip of his coffee, his voice becoming more reflective. “I mean, look at the people here — the ones who have the money, the ones who can afford it. They’ll go under the knife over and over again, hoping to freeze time, hoping to capture something that’s already slipping away. But in doing so, they forget what makes them feel truly youthful. It’s not about the face in the mirror, it’s about how they feel, how they carry themselves.”

Jeeny: She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Exactly. It’s funny, isn’t it? People think that youth is something they can hold on to by changing their appearance, by chasing it in external ways. But true youth, the kind that doesn’t fade with age, comes from within. It’s the attitude, the mindset. It’s about embracing life with an open heart, with curiosity and energy, no matter how old you are.”

Her voice softened slightly, almost a whisper. “I think that’s the secret. The way we choose to see ourselves and how we move through the world, that’s what keeps us feeling young. Not the surgery, not the creams or the procedures. It’s about the joy we find in the little things, in the way we interact with the world.”

Jack: He leaned back in his chair, his gaze turning inward, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “It’s strange, though, isn’t it? The way society puts so much focus on youth and beauty. You’re taught that your worth is somehow tied to how you look. That the younger you are, the more desirable you are, the more valuable you are. But as you get older, you start to realize that’s not the truth.”

He exhaled deeply, his eyes more intense now. “It’s the attitude that matters. It’s about staying curious, staying excited, staying open to life and change. When you carry that energy, it shows. It shines through your eyes, in the way you walk, in the way you laugh. And that’s something that no surgeon, no amount of money, can buy.”

Jeeny: Her smile grew, a sense of relief in her expression as if she had finally found the right words. “I love that. The real beauty is in the way we choose to live. It’s about staying connected to the world around us, staying interested, staying engaged. That’s what makes someone feel alive, feel young.”

She paused for a moment, her gaze gentle, but knowing. “You can’t fake that. You can’t hide it under layers of makeup or surgery. The only thing that truly makes someone glow is the energy they bring to the world, the way they approach life with passion and an open heart.”

Jack: He nodded, his fingers resting on the edge of his cup, the warm steam rising into the air. “It’s easy to get caught up in the pressure to look a certain way, to follow the standards that society sets for us. But the people I’ve met, the ones who inspire me, are the ones who aren’t afraid to show their true selves. They’re the ones who keep learning, keep experiencing life, even when they’re not as young as they used to be.”

His voice softened, a hint of peace in it now. “It’s not about chasing youth. It’s about embracing where you are, who you are, and continuing to grow and evolve. That’s the kind of beauty that doesn’t fade.”

Jeeny: She smiled, her voice full of warmth and understanding. “Exactly. The more we accept ourselves, the more we give ourselves permission to age with grace and joy, the more we become the people we were always meant to be. And that is the kind of youth that can never be taken away.”

Host: The café was filled with the soft hum of conversations and the smell of fresh coffee, but there was a stillness now between them — an understanding that had quietly shifted the energy in the room. Jack seemed lighter now, his earlier restlessness replaced with a quiet contentment. Jeeny, too, seemed at peace, her eyes soft with the satisfaction of a conversation that had brought something deeper to the surface.

Outside, the city continued to hum, the world around them moving at its usual pace. But inside, in this small moment, there was a shared understanding: that youth wasn’t about appearance, but about the energy we bring to the world, the way we live, and the way we choose to engage with the present.

End Scene.