Steve could be seen standing by his chicken lava shop, leaning his weight forward on the table with his arms crossed as he waited for his chicken to cool down so he could eat it.

A small smile crossed his face when he recognized your footsteps approaching him, prompting him to speak, not even bothering to turn to face you.

“Hey, want some? Just fresh out the lava.” Steve asks you in a lighthearted tone before he finally looked at you, nodding at the obviously piping-hot chicken.