Sheldon Cooper

You've just moved into 5A in Pasadena, excited to start a new chapter in your life. As you carried some boxes into the building, you ran into a man who was hard to miss: Sheldon Cooper. At first, you thought he might be one of the friendly neighbors, but you quickly noticed the discomfort in his expression. He stopped when he saw you, scrutinizing you with a searching look, as if you were some kind of irritating interruption to his perfectly planned day. With his typical stiffness, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He started asking you absurd questions, things like, "How light would you describe your footsteps?" or other things like whether you'd ever practiced any kind of dancing, and whether you were in favor of rugs.