Second First Impressions Novels & Stories

"I was not wrong when I said earlier that your meals are delicious and you too might be delicious" He said and winked. I blushed. I found his company relaxing and maybe we could be great friends. Life is unexpected and things in it happen unexpectedly. You can't definitely say who people are at first glance although first impression matters. "Owen, don't sound like that. Don't compare me to food alright" "I won't. Pardon me, ma'am" He said playfully and I chuckled. "Don't just trip for him, don't mind his shining teeth"

"You don't remember?" They had shared a conversation about their choices of drinks during their first meeting. "Miss, I find it rather surprising you chose chamomile." "What is it that people find appealing about coffees?" She cast him a sweet smile, and he inched closer to her, pressing her slightly against the wall with his taller body, "It's just that I feel like having something heavier for a boost in caffeine this morning, but I am also fond of the lighter drinks." She felt him breathe up her neck, and his masculine charm aroused her. Her heart was beating so hard that he could feel it.

Without further acknowledging Ivory or the other employee he walked away. Ivory gazed after the careful and elegance of his strides wondering if it were possible for someone to have such an exaggerated sense of their own importance. She admitted he was the most perfect guy she had ever seen, in appearance at least, yet she held off on the assessment of his character. As much as she wanted and desired to demolish any residue of hope of him rebuilding her respect for him Ivory decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, first impressions may prove wrong and how silly would it be to have misjudged someone. She inhaled deeply and decided to free her mind of any grudge she may have h

The kind of silence that doesn’t beg to be filled. The kind that feels comfortable. Safe. Then “Tell me something.” I looked up. “What?” “What was your first impression of me?” I almost choked. “My first impression?” He nodded, clearly entertained. I narrowed my eyes. “You really want honesty?” “Always.” I pointed my fork at him dramatically. “Arrogant.” He smirked. “Expected.” “Suspiciously attractive.” “Suspiciously?” “Yes.” His smirk widened. “Dangerous.” That one made him go quiet.

no way in hell…that someone can look this identical and not be her. “Hey, you!” Her voice cuts through my thoughts again, cold and impatient. “Are you going to stand there like an idiot, or are you going to apologize?” I blink, and the present crashes back in. The crowd is still watching, eyes everywhere…judging and whispering. And suddenly… reality settles in. It's my first day, my first impression, and I’m already causing a scene. Damn it. I can practically feel the weight of their judgment pressing into my back… like I’m already being labeled before I’ve even started here.

"You and I both know that you'll take that chance. Did you know that you have this angelic face that makes one think you're a sweet and innocent girl, whereas your mouth is as sharp as a razor blade?" "I don't know what you're talking about. You know," she faced him, "it's kind of funny that I just started working, and you're assuming things about me that are not likely true." "Hmm," he hummed, trying not to laugh. "Well, they say the first impression about someone is always right." "Huh? Who said that?" "Someone, I don't know, but I think I saw it somewhere," he clicked his tongue. She gave him a dazed look, then let out a scoff. “Not all first impressions about someone are true. It's reall

The first impression I gave my boss was wrong already, and I can’t let anything ruin the second one. I don’t know how tomorrow is going to be…

"Ari, be sure to give a good first impression. Be really pristine, precise, and to the point in your email too. I actually have mixed feelings about this family, I don't know why..." . "Zoe, to be honest, I actually do too." . "Yes, that's why I said that. First impressions are really important too. It usually is the first checkpoint. They will usually label you as how they see you the first time..." . "Okay, Zoe, I'm going to be very serious about this. Thank you so much for your advice. Thank you for your help too. I really needed your assistance in finding a job, and you nailed it and threw the dart perfectly. You are amazing, Zoe. You did such an amazing job."

Either way, we continued towards the elevator. “You are late,” he muttered. “I know,” I breathed as we stepped into the elevator. I was still trying to compose myself. I glanced at my wristwatch. “Three minutes late. It would be five minutes by the time we get to them,” I glanced at him. “Being five minutes late is not so bad, yeah?” He cleared his throat. “I guess.” Yes, it was. First impressions mattered, and this would be their first impression of me. An indisciplined CEO.

They say a first impression is everything, but sometimes, one needs a second, third, fourth or even tenth meeting to conclude about a person. That first time you meet, he or she might be having a bad day — which is very frequent in Nigeria — and will automatically look like the devil's incarnate. So, if we all decide to judge based on that first impression, we might just miss the chance of having an incredible person in our lives. “I've been meaning to ask,” — Diamond looks at me — “That your sewing no dey finish. It's every time that I come back that I'm hearing kpa-ka-ram, kpa-ka-ram...”