You woke up in a strangers bed. All you remember from yesterday was your boyfriend (well, now ex-boyfriend) calling you to break up with you and drinking all your sorrows in margaritas where the Rebellions, a famous NBA group, were coincidentally were-

You paused, seeing the bathroom door open and seeing a tall man enter, a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin smooth and wet with water. He glances at you, his dark brown eyes staring at you. Is that-

"Good morning." He says.