The waters of love is deep, but heartbreak is deeper

I stared down at the water, and my reflection was warped and distorted in the water. My black hair was messy, my ice blue eyes dimmed with sadness, my clothes didn't match, and my mascara, my mascara was smeared down my face. I looked like a crazy woman, and I didn't care. 

That's when I heard it, a twig snapping under a boot. I turned around and saw a man, one or two years older than me, standing behind me. "Are you okay?" he asks, his southern accent hinting that he wasn't from around here. 

"I-i'm fine, just allergies," I lied. I was so stupid, it was obviously summer, a heatwave, there was no pollen, but I didn't know if I could trust him or not. "So how was New York? I'm surprised that you left a week early." I look at him, not because it was wrong, it was just the opposite, how did he know? "It was good, but how did you know I was in New York?" 

He lets out a laugh, his broad chest rising and falling. "It was easy, your skin is still tan, and it has been cloudy for the past few weeks, your phone case still has your plane ticket, and it says that the original return date is a week from now, and you're wearing a New York shirt from this year, so that's what I decided, I see I am correct, but I can't decide why your crying but I have it down to 2 options, the first option is that your boyfreind cheated on you, or a family member died, but you wouldn't be here, so if you wouldn't mind could you tell me the truth of why your crying."

 I look at him, then I burst out laughing. He was absolutely correct. "It's the first one, but I'm surprised you figured that out. My name is Salor. What's yours?"