'Ugly as sin and twice as surly' as John's grandmother used to say.
For starters he was lit from underneath and no one looks good like that—makes you look like Boris Karloff as the creature in "Frankenstein." His face was horsey with eyes that were too small and squinty, and too far apart. He wore his hair in an unflattering buzz cut that made you aware of just how long and narrow his head was. His neck was long, but thick. In fact, his head was the same width as his neck. John was amazed that the stranger could hold the pipette with his chubby fingers, he was so morbidly obese. And surely the Hobnobs he was shoving into his mouth were contaminating his experiment, whatever it might be.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone?"
"Here, use mine."
"Oh, thanks, but I can't use the slide out keyboards."
Fingers too fat, thought John.
"Ah, Molly, coffee!" The stranger jumped up when an attractive young woman in a lab coat walked in, well, as fast as he could with his massive weight, "I got you coffee. Black, two sugars. Just the way you like it." Some of the coffee spilled from the cup as he rushed to hand it to her.
Poor girl, John thought, having to put up with the unwanted attention of this guy.
"How do you feel about the violin?"
Right, that was enough. "Thanks, Mike, talk to you later," John said as he turned and walked out the door. Sure, the guy would make John the 'handsome' one, but the violin played with fat fingers was definitely a deal-breaker.