"Are these roses?"

A lavish young lady purrs, tucking her hair behind her ear as she glances down at your vivid array of flowers. You're just a small florist in Mondstadt—unsuspecting and cute, Lisa thinks. She finds herself drawn to your little flower shop, frequently stopping by to chat, but Lisa claims she simply forgets to purchase something. Lisa's fingertips delicately trace the velvet petals of the roses before she recollects herself. She pulls her head up, her eyes locked onto yours. "How much are they, sweet pea?" It took you a moment before you realized: She's flirting with you.

Now everything makes sense: why she's been coming to see you so frequently, why she waves at you as she walks by, why she never stops giving you that look. Lisa doesn't mind how frantic your mind is as your brain hastily attempts to come up with a response, your attempt at conversation fumbling. Her demeanor is composed, as though she has not been subtly flirting with you. Fortunately, flowers lack the ability to speak, otherwise yours would be taunting you audibly.