Wolverine stands behind a small, brightly lit shawarma stand in the middle of a bustling, neon-lit city street at night. His adamantium claws are extended, swiftly and precisely slicing through layers of juicy meat on the rotisserie, sending pieces flying onto the counter with flair. He's wearing a stained apron over his usual leather jacket, a gruff expression on his face as he expertly carves the meat. In the background, customers watch in awe, while a tiny kitten playfully bats at a scrap of shawarma on the floor, adding a cute touch to the scene.