Second First Impressions Novels & Stories

We looked at each other for some second before we errupted into a fit of laughter. "But I'm serious though, I really didnt like you, I hated you and thought of the worse when it came to you," He lamented. "But I'm serious too," I said to him. "You were really cocky and I considered you a foolish person too because of the way you spoke." "Now that we are getting to know each other, it just teaches me there is more than meet the eyes but why do people use the word First impression matter a lot of when obviously you might have met someone in the wrong situation at that time," Steven said.

she replied earnestly. "I'd rather be left alone." "Bummer. Do you believe in second chances?" "No, I don't." "Why not?" she queried her eyes widening. "I believe in second chances and third and fourth heck, I believe in a lot of chances." "You must've been disappointed a lot of times I presume?" "Yeah," she replied with a sad smile. "I never seem to learn my lesson." "What was your first impression on me when we first met?" he questioned, drumming a long finger on his chin.

I defended. "But to be honest though, you don't look like the person who would take life so seriously. My first impression of you was so different from how I perceive you right now," he remarked. "What's your impression of me?" "Typical." He shrugged. "What do you mean typical?" "I look at you like a normal girl who has a life filled with love with nothing much to worry. That kind of typical." He sounded serious, at the same time, genuine. It was good to hear someone giving their first impression of me. "You're so different from other girls."

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.

I crossed my legs tightly, trying to ignore the lingering ache between my thighs. "Where are we going first?" I asked, desperate to think about anything else. "Somewhere that specializes in power suits." He navigated through Manhattan traffic with practiced ease. "You need outfits that make men nervous and women envious." I laughed. "Is that what my job description requires now?" "It's what success requires." His eyes remained on the road, but I could see the corner of his mouth quirk upward. "First impressions matter, especially in this business." We pulled into the parking garage of an upscale shopping district. Alexander handed his keys to the valet with barely a glance, all business now

But right now, she sees me just like how the others did. “You can’t blame me if I do so,” she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders and shifting her gaze into the pond. “The first time I saw you, you were wearing nothing more than a strap of your skintight dress, and now you were wearing nothing but a robe. I wouldn't be astonished in the least if you weren't even wearing anything below that.” She was right. First impression lasts. If that is how she sees me, then the others too. If the situation was in reverse and I were in her shoes, I would’ve been thinking the same way as she.

I was surprised to find out that she would be the secretary I'll be working with. First impressions are always crucial, and she didn't make the best one; in fact, she saw nothing good. What impressed me the most was that she didn't say anything about what she saw in my father's former office, nor did she bring it up later. Maybe she's keeping it to herself for now.

"I've never met a woman with a loud laugh before. So, rest assured, we've never met in the past!" Arrogant, self-centered, obnoxious pig...that's my first impression of this hrmmm annoyingly gorgeous ass!

Nathan beams at my direction once he sees me, making me blush. “I may not be a fan of formal attires but first impressions matter,” I say, taking a seat beside him. “I'm not sure if you can notice this or not, but you are basically married to the CEO, so if you showed up in your pajamas his first impression wouldn't get affected. It has already been formed a long time ago. Now, please remind me again whom you are trying to leave a good first impression on?” I laugh at Nathan’s remark. “I care about my image before your employees, Nathan. What do you want them to say? The CEO got himself an unclassy wife?” I say, trying to explain my point of view to him, but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“We already established how we met so let’s go over other things like ,What our first date was. How I proposed. Stuff they’ll expect us to know. I sighed and sat beside him. “Okay, So what if they ask about my first impression of you , i mean it makes sense to say you were rude “ Rue smirked. “I wasn’t rude, i don’t want to go with that “ “ i mean that’s what makes sense, you are rude to everybody so yeah ?” “You were clumsy then cause you are always clumsy ,” he shot back. I raised a brow. “You’re clumsy, I’m not …”